Poetry
The Missing Light (from the Oblivion series)
-April 26, 2014
I make-believe that the colors will never change,
even when my eyesight begins to fade. When greyscales
begin to grow, I’ll pretend that I still see the blues, reds, and greens.
Broken rays of light s c a t t e r and I’m no longer able to comprehend
but I still try. Try to grasp hold onto what I don’t understand,
trying to keep hold before I lose my sight
and begin walking about blind. Reaching out
and stumbling as I walk as if I was trying
to find the light that I have lost.
The Missing Light (from Oblivion)
Poetry
2014