A Myopic World

Out of focus

Blurred from a distance,

The outlines merge.

Some colours fade in,

Some fade out.

A sense of discomfort

hangs in the air

As I keep my glasses aside,

Only to realise —

It’s a myopic world in my eyes.

I can’t make out

Who’s who

Unless I’ve been through and through

Or I’ve known that tee-shirt blue.

The horizon flickers,

The clouds are dusty,

There’s a glitch in my throat

As I keep my glasses aside,

Only to realise —

It’s a myopic world in my eyes.

It’s a small world

With a fuzzy view,

Obscure faces dropping a clue

Ughh! This guessing game is tiresome

As I keep my glasses aside,

Only to realise —

It’s a myopic world in my eyes.

NV©