I waited years
Then this.
With tubes into and out of me
My head wrapped like a mummy
So much anger
Mystery
Why me?
I hear them say
Blind
I hear them say
Bad luck.
My mind retains you
The image you left me with
The reason I wake each day
Despite the darkness
Despite the hopelessness
There is still within me
Your singular beauty.
I am accept not seeing a sunrise
Nor sunset, nor spring blossoms
No ocean view, no back fence view.
I wail and rip myself inside
Now you have disappeared.
Your voice I hear
Through the walls of my despair,
But it’s as if only half of you is here.
There will be no respite,
So where once I craved you
Fed off every word
Your touch is now my comfort.
Written for: http://pookypoetry.wordpress.com/2014/06/20/poetry-prompt-51-loss-of-sense/
Morpethroad 
A terrible thing to lose a sense. You wrote the despair well Michael, despair, fear, anger, then some relief. Well done!
Thank you Jackie your thoughts are always welcome.
Michael I love this, the torment of losing sight, holding on to what you have seen. A wonderful write my friend.
Hello Jenny thank you for your kind words. Glad you found it enjoyable.
Welcome my friend