How Are Sunglasses Made?
I didn’t get my sunglasses overnight.
It took years for my vision to
Succumb to this degeneration
Which leaves me wearing sunglasses
Every day.
And every night.
And every waking moment.
You see,
It started as a smudge
That wouldn’t go away.
Like a permanent stain
Creeping and crawling to and from
My eyes and my brain.
Making everything a little
Grey and hazy,
Dangerously driving me crazy
Until it became a permanent mist,
A permanent state of grey
Blocking out the light with
Like a low level filter that was
Cutting the bright from my life.
Before descending into a circling storm,
Black clouds,
Heavy and dense,
Falling and crashing,
Like eyelids against the tide of midnight
Tainting my eyes with shadows of doubt
That can’t quite turn off the light.
Leaving me with this tinted view
Of life, of love, of the world
Through lenses Of black.
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