Thief Of Light And Sight

A New adventure in my life

It’s a thief…shaped from shadows

Of whose presence cannot be known

And who will stoop so low

As to steal e’en the candle’s glow

And is silent as …the sound of stone

Little by little…bit by bit

Always taking, degree by degree

Til little will I have left of it

Precious little sight …

Left to me

It’s the iceberg in the night

It’s the train one does not see coming

It’s closely akin to the quiet flow

Of water slipping silently and slow

Down the drain…

This thievery of my sight

I am powerless to halt

Or even slow this cunning thief

E’en tho’ he lives within me

And I know it’s not truly 

No… not truly his fault

This thing that he’s doing

To me.

There is no cure

Of that I’m sure

For this fate of mine

So insidious

But the simple fact

Is that I will indeed go blind

And at this point in time

Seems quite hideous

Perhaps he’ll do 

His job with haste

Perhaps the thief will work

Very slowly…

But for now I’ll try to see

The world more closely 

For it’s likely I’ll not 

…have time to waste…

I’ll see the Sunrises

With more respect

For their beauty that…

I always took as a given

See the dusks in a whole new light

And I expect That I’ll keep on livin’

Perhaps I’ll leave this earthly realm

Whilst I can still see about me

And take a final glimpse

And give a final smile

At the beautiful world

…I'll leave behind me…

Author's Note

It's only one eye so far, but the other will likely follow. Not looking for pity, but am hoping anyone who reads this might be more inclined to have their eyes checked every year. There's no genre this write fits neatly into, so I'm calling it "free verse/prose/poetry. Feel free to call it whatever you wish.