These thoughts of concern
My eyes are doing something
The blood keeps coming
And people keep looking
Losing work
Missing steps
I can’t stop thinking about
My father’s early signs
The way his signature seemed off
Just barely missing the coffee pot
Hitting that corner to the bathroom
Felt that way tonight
Missed a few stairs at
The gym
Not even really being there
In my body
Just somewhere behind
The glass
Swimming in oil
Lost in class
Blurred walls and changing
Colors of thought waves
Am I too far back in thought
That I just don’t need to see
Or have we just really gone too far
As a society with this heat wave
In march and the windstorms
That bark, through the night
While it rains up north
And bakes down south
And in the middle of the night
The earth just shakes
My poor planet doesn’t know
Which season to show
And I guess wearing these dam
Glasses all day, makes it only worse
Cause my eyes don’t know whether to
Squint or stretch
Something about my age catching up
Eye suspect
I just hope I’m not going blind
I sure hope that’s not it
So much of the world would I miss
So many beautiful things
To long for and live for
All the colors of my heart
So vibrant as the yellow bellied birds
Soaring, the crimson brushed skies
Hang crooked over dust toasted roads
And black tarred melting highways
So many windows my arms surfed
Out of alone, in my own zone
Tranced out by traffic and
Sticky tape on my fingers
Picking away at colorful wrapping
Paper foil at the holiday
Oh what a whole day
Without my crystal
Clear vision today was
I sure hope there isn’t more
To come
I sure hope that I haven’t too
Much damage done
I hope my planet does know
What season to glow
I sure hope for reasons I am feeling this
Way within
I sure hope the doctor was right
That this blood seeping is just an allergy
In the night, and that in a few shorter days
Life will resume again
The way I like
To see it crisp and clean
I sure hope within
