Loss of vision (A poem)

I am a bit overdue to get my eyes checked…

The frames have no glass
they sit empty in the case
not yet able to see

Clarity is a future event
coordinates unknown

The eyes look through outdated lenses
sometimes the outlines blur
and objects lose their shape

Every vision becomes an abstract
open to interpretation

Flaws undiagnosed skew my vision
while making the world
a more interesting place

I only wish that life would not become
more interesting by the day

(21 February 2016)