The words
so many
The eye strain
immense
But the words call
not only to be written
but read
How is it
a blind eye can
be bothered so
By certain levels of light
and while reading
Can it be that my eye
even with the blindness of glaucoma
is yet being commanded
to see, to focus
Those words I love
do they not know the pain
they inflict upon me
When will my mind learn
that that eye no longer works
when will my brain
give me a break
bring relief
from this constant aching
Maybe tomorrow
the words will be kinder
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