CONTACTS

it's two a.m. and they're
dry on my eyes,
the stinging intensifies
which makes me rise
with red eyes
and pupils made of glass.

i breathe of relief
when removing them.
in the morning,
a need for vision,
to seek upon
the secret skies above.

my vision, perception
and sight is clear,
i go about my day
with no tear.

my contacts are a struggle,
but are special because
they help me see every
detail that the world
must offer.