does death merely stop for no one?

Claude Monet still painted as his sight was fading
Moving from bright colors and distinct lines
To muddiness and a vague sense of what you are supposed to be looking at
I believe my sight is fading as well
Moving from what I want and who I am
To raw emotion and a vague sense of what I’m *supposed* to be

C’est la vie
Es ist Wurst von mir
All the glasses and second-opinions make the two shapes into three or four or more
God
Forgive me my trespasses as I forgive those who trespass against me
For like my sight, I am not perfect
20/60 right eye gone
Blinded by rage,
Sadness consumes my vision
This is not who I am, or supposed to be
For like my sight, I am not perfect
I can’t just apologize, that ruins the painting of
Broken friendships
Ruined relationships
Selfish actions
Petty words
Misguided feelings

Our Father
Restore my sight
Use the mud and make my paintings whole
My impressionistic vision may be stopping
But the death of Love stops for no one