They took the cotton gauze away <br />from his closed eyes. <br />“You can open them now Mr D.” <br />He opened his eyes to see hazy figures there, <br />black and grey images, and nothing more. <br /> <br />A gentle and kind voice, asked him what he saw. <br />“Hazy images>“He replied. <br />“It will be like that for a little while, <br />and then they will begin to clear.” <br />Each day his sight got better, the <br />haze began to clear. <br /> <br />Then the colour came, <br />and a rainbow spectrum appeared before his eyes, <br />of things he could never see. <br />A light shone through his life, <br />of things he had never known. <br />A new awakening <br />with images to fit the sounds. <br /> <br />His mind began to wonder <br />where his new eyes had come from. <br />They were not allowed to tell him, <br />who the donor was or anything about them. <br />Finally, he was released from hospital. <br /> <br />He went back to his flat <br />where he had to learn again, <br />where everything was now that he could see. <br />He smiled at the white walking stick. <br />He would keep it as a reminder <br />of how lucky he was. <br /> <br />Sitting in his chair in the sunshine, <br />as it came through the window. <br />Then it happened. <br />It was as if he were in a dream. <br />The images lost their colour. <br />He was in a place he had never seen before. <br /> <br />Hands reached out around the neck, <br />of a face he could not see. <br />It seemed as if <br />they were strangling the life out of someone there. <br />The body struggled and then went limp. <br />On the body, falling, the face was now revealed. <br />A young pretty face <br />distorted in the throes of death.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eyes-of-mr-d-part-1/
