I may lose sight of it….

I once painted in colours bright

I loved the World with all my might

I took photos

still do sometimes …

I studied artist  all round the globe

This was my passion

Not just a fashion

Creation

But now my tears are falling

There is a mist

I don’t like this…

I’d sooner be kissed

With the colours that fed my soul

And gave my goal

A purpose …

And now poetry is filling my mind

As each morning I find

My mist grows greater

The colours are failing

Where once I had a paint brush in hand

Now I am wailing

And ask the powers that be

The same old question

“Why me?”

What purpose is this tiresome road I tred

So difficult and surreal

Is there new dreams to be fed

As I ponder for a while

Really is this the deal?

Where once colours were blended

And to my true feelings

No one really tended…

I sit here alone

In this dreadful time

where my sight defies to

No longer be mine

Whilst those around me fuss argue and bother

In their little words with their own cute wonder

I say “yes of course I’m fine”

“I always am and always will be”

“I’ll get you a cuppa tea,

oh sorry you’ve had a bad day”

“Oh me, have troubles … no way!”

“So… how many sugars do you have in your tea?”

“So sit down and watch the world go round with me….”

“I’m fine…