OPAQUE
The world is an unusual shade
Unlike any I’ve seen in years
My favoured hues all tending to fade
As my eyes open screened by tears.
Life has a way of thinning splendour
It’s pain disturbs even artists’ eyes
And every sense is far too tender
As what’s most cherished slowly dies.
Won’t need to be an unsteady hand
Nor is it something meds can settle
This loss of love that once was grand
Cracked like ice on a flower petal.
© Ron Unruh, October 2019
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