Struggles of Myopia
Seen as a mark of intelligent intellect
No more than a defect
20/20 lack vision not clear
With or without still stare
Though gloomy rainy
Days serve worse ways
Not to talk about the constant push up
Hot tea clogged clubs steams up
Daily struggle locating the goggles when taken off
More like a crutch than a stamp of bluff
Enquires on a daily can you see me clearly
Apparently not with the apparatus off
The deformity of face
Signs of use all over the face
Sunken eyes
Tired eyes
Nose bridge not yet broken yet broken
Understand it doesn’t serve to propagate intellect
Corrective measure on the sight defect
#ramblingintellect©
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