inside my world of subtle hues and shapes

 are the silhouette of faces and spaces 

peeking past the rim I find my escape

a perpetual blur where reality erases 

blur is my peace, blur is my fear  

it brings a peaceful silence to my world

 in tandem it upheaves my hidden tear 

I pray for my eyes to go un-pearled 

their faces abstract, yet known to me 

their shapes, details, and colors soften 

the face no longer looks normal to me 

but the memory is not forgotten 

I seek to portray the plight, of a constant fight 

of moments stolen within my own mind 

 so I’ll show you through my sight 

to catch a glimpse of a vision so blind 

my retina interpreted yet forever untold 

so gaze into the aperture that are my eyes