visual treasure

They are my pathway to my future. The antidote to my pain. For my vision pursues my imagination. And takes my breath away. Through the iris of my pupils, I can vision things untold. They perceive the actions of figures. And give me a glimpse of the world. The imagery that scans my retina... They leave me blind in awe. And if I dare to close them out, Redness perceives my flaws. For to terminate such wonders... It is a curse. It is a fall. For my eyes are my world of passion. They keep me up when all seems lost. My vision pursues my mind. My pupils determine the time. My retina floods with shots of pain. And although my blood flows strongly, I fight to stay awake. For my cure is in my vision. The beauty of the many secrets within men.