The Unseen Watcher

I see you sitting there—yes, you, behind the screen.
My vision, once sharp, now falters—or was I merely told it would?
No, it’s not my eyes failing me, but the weight of perception,
whittling away at the edges of my thoughts.

​Blinded not by darkness, but by the absence of knowing,
by the things never taught, only assumed.
And so, I sit in the quiet of my own ignorance,
watching the world that claims to see me first.