Absolute Agony

This morning I turned my face towards the sky

I turned my neck, head, and eyes

But the beauty I saw

Was screwed up, wrong

It hurt to face the sun

My eyes pleaded to shun

What I'd gazed at and took

For granted so many years

Why could I not look?

It was the same sky

But I looked at it with changed eyes

Author's Note

I had the idea of this when me and my mom were outside looking at the sky and she said she'd rather not look at it. "It's more frustrating than fullfilling" were her exact words. Me and my mom have a rare case of cancer, Von-Hipple Lindau, or VHL. It allows tumors to grow without us fighting it. My mother has a few behind her eye and half of her vision is blotched out. So now she would rather not turn her head towards the sky. I can't imagine it