My eyes are not getting any better, every day's a miserable battle with my aching.
Heart is at a mortal war against my mind-- a precious arsenal of my fading memories.
There are times where my head would hurt after hours of weeping,
a disagreeable habit of mine where I'd pour my whole being just to make the pain go away.
Today, I tried shutting the blinds down to block any ounce of sunshine to enter my room,
I wanted to feel the clasp of darkness forge over my skin.
It was a relief, turned into despair, then to anger, then to regret.
If my eyes could no longer see the sunshine, would you be there to tell me it's fine?
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Author:
smitten (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just a short poem I made for myself. My eyes are getting poorer every day which to be honest I'm not prepared to happen because I don't like wearing eyeglasses haha. I'm just getting a little dramatic here but what if a day would come where I can no longer see the sunshine?
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what a magnificent line "Heart is at a mortal war against my mind-- a precious arsenal of my fading memories"
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