Infrared inflictions devastate my eyes,
As I stumble around in a daze of denial.
Where are you sweet sights such as
Green grass, red roses, and serene skies?
Never would I have predicted blindness
To be such tedious torment.
A slow spreading disease, a painful journey
From optical nerve to retina cornea and iris.
A heightening of sense accompanies the calamity
Perceptions are altered, a gentle breeze delights me,
And a sad song can strike me, as I discern a contrivance
Employing these novel faculties in my abnormity.
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