The sun was shining 

It was a beautiful autumn day

She sat quietAnd reflected on the maddest around her

The people babbling in her ears 
With advice And loudness 

And the sadness in her life

And wondered what the next step would be 

People had no patience nor time nor real understanding, 

who would

i wouldnt myself

She could not see much now 
The glaucoma has eaten away her sight

And soul

There was a small glimmer of hope

As everyone had rushed to get away..

so as not to deal with….

.Where was that comfy place

Where was it 

That which would bring solace to her life 

at least….

Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry about a year ago and try to write about things from my heart that are associated with events in my life or events going on in the World at large or closer to home. I am a visual artist and still am to a certain extent having exhibited some of my work as a visually impaired artist using sponges to paint. I have lost most of my eyesight in recent years to advanced glaucoma and my vision is now very limited I am finding my creativity now evolving in writing poetry and hope to publish my own book of verse in the future. I have a blog page on Wordpress where I share my poetry, art, photography, thoughts and favourite quotes and prayers at

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