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Nearsighted
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Personal- Melancholy All I can make out are the wrinkles
on Time-incrusted hands
while against my face
being worn like a blindfold;
the only sight beheld are the lines
of Today’s Circumstance magnified.
I can’t see past these fingers
that are paralyzed- standing
at attention- and velcroed together,
obstructing my view from the Future
that has steadily become more hazy
with the passage of Life.
There are no openings between them
to see to the other side-
to Achievement and all its clarity.
No, my perspective has blurred
as I’ve lost my focus and
Vision is hindered by Disappointment.
