Poor Vision Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poor Vision



Circle of light, shining bright, keeping secrets hidden
without, of people's sight.

Highlighting only certain phases of life, all of us
continue walking our own paths of destruction without
the light to see which way we are headed.

Encumbered with poor vision, we cannot see what is ahead
of us, even in the next few minutes.

Monday, June 16, 2014
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