A Bit More Fades from View

I thought I was the same as others,
a junior school test proved me wrong.
Hoped I’d just pressed on my eyes too hard,
but resting didn’t change a thing.
I was distraught and children so cruel,
to a new specky four-eyed freak.
And a bit of the world faded from view.

A sharp increase in dead cells floating,
the cause unexplained as ever.
Any sudden movement of my head,
sets these dirty snowflakes a-swirl.
Which distract by drifting in the way,
or sticking as central bright lights.
And a bit more fades from view.

Blind spots in the middle of vision,
hide faces and details dissolve.
Edges fracture as shimmering diamonds,
a kaleidoscope of colour.
Arcs expand beyond edges of sight,
intense pain hits opposite brow.
And a bit more fades from view.

Time marches on and support needs grow,
glasses both reading and distance.
Peering close-to over tops of specs,
middle ground remains elusive.
Longer sight in old age was promised,
revealed as another false hope.
And a bit more fades from view.