“Acts of habit make you forget.”
This I tell myself
after being startled
by my own hand
touching the skin between my eyes.
That act of adjusting
glasses now needless
when what I deal with
is right before me. Words
no longer look blurry.
Anything beyond
my grasp is now worse.
Without my plastic lenses
the world loses
sharp edges. Everything bears
a softness as if in awakening.
I could go on muttering
about how leaders of the world
could try this, and maybe find
a foggy way to world peace.
But all I probably need
is a trip to the optometrist.
-o-
Reviews
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I really like this; its unexpected.
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Thanks Ayreon. I hope you get interested in reading my other poems.
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this is cool. not what i was expecting when i started reading. really like the ending. this is amazing and unique.
awesome job,
adie. Rewarded 4
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June 11