.

Bleary thoughts,
Foggy sight.
My lips hesitate,
Following the
Flickering light…
Words tumble
On the tip of my tongue.
Wished I could
Say it tastes sweet
But that would
Be wrong.
Though beauty
Still stands in
Broad daylight,
It sight feels
Like a long lost
Fight.
Can’t keep focused,
Clear contours seem
To flee…
Everything
Nowadays, is so
Blurry.