KC Poem
Posted: Thu 16 Feb 2006 2:53 pm
Funny the things we do while we wait, eh? But at the hospital today I humoured myself and wrote this. Not, Shakespeare, obviously, but then again he never had KC...
... I might polish and structure it better another time but here yall go ...
They don't know much because I don't say,
often wondering behind these shades.
My sight, my sight hurts my head today,
plain questions after corrections made.
To watch, to see and view often strain,
the patch inside my eye in bright haze.
Appearing thoughtful behind this rain,
dark glasses hide my sensitive gaze.
My hands see the world at times shallow,
as a cliff top edge I see the stairs.
Comfort from time to time in shadow,
foggy around my feet mindful cares.
I know my eyes mirrors second home,
solutions held to each mystery.
Even empty rooms found not alone,
in case, my case and drops if dusty!
This condition Keratoconus,
wink and blink in corners of a room.
Few few we are until you know us,
content behind comfortable gloom.

They don't know much because I don't say,
often wondering behind these shades.
My sight, my sight hurts my head today,
plain questions after corrections made.
To watch, to see and view often strain,
the patch inside my eye in bright haze.
Appearing thoughtful behind this rain,
dark glasses hide my sensitive gaze.
My hands see the world at times shallow,
as a cliff top edge I see the stairs.
Comfort from time to time in shadow,
foggy around my feet mindful cares.
I know my eyes mirrors second home,
solutions held to each mystery.
Even empty rooms found not alone,
in case, my case and drops if dusty!
This condition Keratoconus,
wink and blink in corners of a room.
Few few we are until you know us,
content behind comfortable gloom.