The gauze
of dawn
mists my
eyes to semi-blindness,
the fine
rain drizzle
dims my
fading vision,
the
window’s condensation
obscures
nature’s outlines,
the
rough-edged world out there
is
blurred and hazy.
I rub my
face to no avail
for all
before me is vague,
distant,
dreek and dim,
hopeless,
desperate and grim.
I should
have gone to Specsavers.
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