Going blind

Am I going blind?

Am I losing my mind?

Perhaps fear should not grip me as it does

But alas grip me it must.

I am going blind

It's irreversible and always on my mind...

I've not much time 

I'll do what I can, life can turn on a dime

I've lost my mind

Insanity is bliss, you worry not about a thing

Almost as if you are a carefree child on a swing

If poetry is the purest from of insanity, then so be it

I am a poet and I do know it.

Forever writing things that make no sense

In ignorance?

Perhaps

But at least I know I'm out of my mind

I no longer worry about stability nor structure

Only the writing