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Sight covered in fog


I felt her pain. Excruciating.
Her translucent veins pierced.
Skin like ancient parchment.
If I could, I would take her pain.

I felt helpless; I stood rigid.
I clenched my fist; glaring.
If only looks could kill.
Eyes closed, I heard her keening.

Two types of dyes injected.
Camera shots taken, continuous.
Its results bring bad news.
Further degeneration to the eyes.

She dreads what is to follow.
Indescribable pain to the eyes.
She wants to stop treatment.
But without this she will go blind.

How do I tell her to bear the pain?
As I have not felt such pain.
She knows treatment cannot be stopped.
Or it will end in total darkness.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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