Until I Can See No Sunshine

samsamhnrd

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?

  • Author: smitten (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 12th, 2024 06:34
  • 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?
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 6
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Comments1

  • daphne_398

    what a magnificent line "Heart is at a mortal war against my mind-- a precious arsenal of my fading memories"



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