During a break from ‘Apocalypse Now’
I’m jotting this on a pad, and it’s hard
I can’t see in close-up; with furrowed brow
I’m trying to focus on my own words
They say I’ll need glasses to write and read
No longer short-sighted, now long-sighted
How has it been reading the screen? Untried
Could feel better tomorrow, but frightened
It might get more painful as day lightens
I might be worse; my eyes might hurt, and how
In the afternoon, I was tired and bored
Eye drops every four hours, stay clear-sighted
Not too painful after the eye op now
And so, time for bed; hope I catch some zeds…
Friday 27 November
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