Dying Eyes

24 May

By Anonymous

I fall into the long, dark winter
Bottomless hole.
Cold blanket of darkness
wraps around me.
Night seeps into my skin.
Thick iron prison bars
One between the other
My view narrows
Positive becomes negative.
Lights float
Suspended against black canvas.
I edge through silhouettes
Heads and shoulders without feet
Voices talking to no one.
Shadows crowd me

One Response to “Dying Eyes”

  1. Dana C. May 26, 2011 at 3:42 PM #

    This reminds me of my mother who has a vision disability. This was a beautiful poem that really hits home for me. I can see similarities in this poem and the way my mom describes what she is seeing.

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