As long as I can see,
I shall continue writing poetry.
Is slowly stealing my eyesight from me.
There's no way to say this eloquently,
Don't know if I have the perchance to write.
I finally feel I've given up on the fight,
It comes to me like a thief in the night.
Slowly taking away my eyesight.
Have to wear them indoors,
When the sun shines to bright.
Told to wear my sunglasses outside.
At least they hide the tears as I cry,
There's more waves in my eyes.
Then there are in the sea,
There's more star's in the sky.
That I can no longer see,
That's not what's bothering me.
It's going blind from this macular
disease. I'm a carer for others:
There's no time left for me,
To care for me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-08-06 at 01:53
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I shall continue writing poetry.
Macular
Feeling down this macular disease,Is slowly stealing my eyesight from me.
There's no way to say this eloquently,
Don't know if I have the perchance to write.
I finally feel I've given up on the fight,
It comes to me like a thief in the night.
Slowly taking away my eyesight.
Have to wear them indoors,
When the sun shines to bright.
Told to wear my sunglasses outside.
At least they hide the tears as I cry,
There's more waves in my eyes.
Then there are in the sea,
There's more star's in the sky.
That I can no longer see,
That's not what's bothering me.
It's going blind from this macular
disease. I'm a carer for others:
There's no time left for me,
To care for me.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 66 times
Written on 2023-08-06 at 01:53
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