Chelsea O’Reilly Surreal Poem

Sight

I can’t see, the world is a blur

I squint, I yell, I walk

It does seem to matter if I were

Closer and farther away

But I can’t see, colors swirl

They turn, all in a haze

Spin and whirl

Confusing my eyes

Like looking at the sun

With your eyes closed tight

All the light and mist run

Together with colors you can’t quite make out

Then it all goes black

Except for a red hazy spot

I can see around the edges

Of where I want to look

But straight ahead

It is hazy, cloudy, blurred

Like taking off your glasses

At the end of the day

I know what is in front of me

For I know this place by heart

But as I try to see the world

By vision falls apart