Before I go blind
I try not to think vividly
about not being able to see
it's been years now
a Monday in September
blurriness crept in
eyes of blood red
everyone thought I was
'baked to the core'
inflammation only a needle
to the eye can tame
heavy dry eyes
burn with intensity
of a new star forming
sockets of my skull
wishing for the ice cold lakes
from the pits of hell
to offer some relief
A list of things I’d like to see before I go blind:
world peace
an aura of true contentment surrounding every friend of mine
an artichoke bloom to finality
bigfoot lochness monster
most secret layer of area 51
mothman chupacabra
that flying creature that stalks me
shape of the earth from the center of the universe
look of true love on my lovers face
eye ball of a whale looking into my eye
a smile from the one i love the most in this world
the sunrise at least once more