Myopia

I sit facing a computer monitor
Flashing colors and shapes unseen,
My eyes as blank as
Two pieces of rusted iron
Encroaching on yellowing whites.

From rooms outside my intense nonstare
Drift sounds of televisions
Which are surrounded by lumps
Of decaying flesh with eyes
As unfocused as my own.

Someone opens cupboards in the kitchen
Unthinkingly, feeling a vague sense
Of purpose in a fruitless search
For something to look for.

I click mouse button
Distractedly, dispassionately destroying
Seeing and not seeing the flames
Not reflected in my dull eyes
Clouded over like the sun in a thunderstorm.

Copyright © 2002 Colleen Fischer | Last updated October 7, 2002