I squint towards the whiteboard
As the words are oddly fuzzy
I strain for them to make any sense
It’s important so I must see
It starts out an inconvenience
As sight blurs in my periphery
I continue as if nothings wrong
But secretly fear a future injury
Things progress and it’s not long
Before things begin to worsen
And soon my fear evolves to more
What if I hurt another person?
The lines are blurred on every page
As I try to see between them
And with every job that I start
I struggle to get to the end
My world has clouded over
I can’t seem to stay on task
With so much going through my head
Any more’s too much to ask
My sight’s never been better
But my attention is hard to keep
I feel distracted from my life these days
Even in my sleep
What will it take to change this?
Or is this truly hopeless
My grief has another side effect
An incapability to focus
