What happened

I’m sitting here with Katy cat on my lap

I’ve made a big mishap

Of it all

I think

A great big stink

The glaucoma in my my eyes

Is my demise

I can barely see

It’s just misty

And no one wants a blind person

Whose eyes atrophy

Well not my family

Anyway ….

Life is a game

It’s not the same

Survival of the fittest

If you don’t fit the bill

Nor have the will

Then you are left alone

And if you moan and groan

It’s no good

I feel unwell

But no one can tell

They shout and holler

At me

Whilst I’m finding it hard

To get by

On my own

The fog is bigger

And I’m struggling

But it’s a game of survival of the fittest

Unless I drop to the floor

They can’t see me no more

It’s what it is

No one can believe I am in a struggle

And muddle

Til I drop to the floor

And am of this earth no more



Author: Rosy

I became interested in poetry 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 https://rosypoems.com

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