stirred from
slumber
waking up
to realize
that i’ve
been betrayed
by my
own eyes
these hands,
are they
my dearest
friend
searching for
the focals
that buck this
trend
my, oh my…
this is my
myopic view
if you’re within
two feet
i can
no longer
see you
one
point two five
brings
sharpened sight
that youthful
arrogance
lost
overnight
r.matlack 