Watching without sightA Poem by Jon Roggie
I spin my sunglasses.
Everything a blur. Walking in a world, while feeling disconnected. I enjoy the choice. Let me share the reason. I have very bad eyes. It wasn't caught. One doctor said I have stretch marks, and he was talking about the inside. The world was unfocused for my first few years. First pair of glasses, and I was pointing out things I had been by, never seeing them. Living in a world of new visions, while parents felt guilty. I never felt the reason. I know how to see. It doesn't matter if it comes with a blur.
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Added on November 11, 2017 Last Updated on November 11, 2017 AuthorJon RoggiePorterville, CAAboutI tend to ramble, and rarely explain myself. Take that as you will more.. |

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