I'm slowly losing my sight,
But I will always give it a good fight.
I was in under shock,
Making it hard to talk.

Eventually I will go blind,
When I was told I had to unwind.
There is no cure,
That's for sure.

It can cause a migraine,
And you will feel pain,
Your eye pressure sky rockets,
Right around your eye sockets.

It causes red eyes,
No one knows why.
Fluids don't drain right,
It makes you sensitive to light.

Eye drops at least every night,
When it's not so bright.
You can get a surgery,
You will be filled with worry.

We need to bring awareness,
To this unfairness.
It's called glaucoma,
And it can put you in a coma.
© Verna Nicely