Glassesless

So I can't actually

See the board

It's just a blur of scribbles

Dips and rises as the text goes on

So I can't actually 

See the board

So my attention starts to wander

Doodles fill the page

The teacher's voice droning as the lesson goes on

So I can't actually

See the board

Nodding along as if I get it

Even though it's just a jumble of colors

Faking my way through

Because that's just the way the day goes on

So I can't actually

See the board

The dull blend of everything

I squint and gaze at

Sends pulses of heat throughout

My brain and being

And that's the way a day without glasses goes on

I chose this piece because it struck me as different compared to my other poems and stories. There was a certain simpleness and elegance to this one that I couldn't find in any others. The combination of something simple, like losing your glasses, and the more complex resultant of that, contemplating literally everything as you can't see the lessons, lead to a balanced piece that I really liked. 

While revising I found that quite a few stanzas adding nothing to overall message of the song and promptly deleted them. That's about all the editing that I did.