I used to be

A pretty quiet little girl

Never said boo to a goose

Then in my naivety


Was let lose on the World

And what a World it has been

I would never dream

All the adversity and manipulation

Now I’m in this awful situation

I can’t see


They have shouted and gone

My family

Whilst i sit here

In fear with tears

And glaucoma eating my eyes

What a terrible demise!

Its tragic

What happened to the magic

I once had

With life when I was glad

So help me God to find a way

To stay

With a semblance of a life

Amid this strife

Please kind sensible people find your way

To make my day

More bearable


Or Switzerland I must go

To end it all I know

What point is there to this

With no one near to kiss

Or children giving hugs

Share tea in pretty mugs

Walk along the beach

Sunday roast round a table together

With funny jokes and laughs forever

I must find a new pace

Before it is too late …

Alone I sit hear

And shred another tear

Switzerland is calling

As the day is dawning …


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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