What Hath The Wise More Than The Fool?A Poem by ClimbingTheWallA sonnet done for English.He fears that he is another tortured intellectual, a sighted man amongst the blind He wants nothing more than to believe in a higher being " but he can't. He can't whole-heartedly immerse himself in illusions, for all the bliss it would bring him.
He knows far too much; not a man in the dark who can't quench his insatiable thirst for knowledge, but a man who'd much rather be a contented fool.
He sits amidst four walls that slowly close around him. There he loses his grip on reality gradually, slowly wasting away - a mountain climber clinging to the ledge with one hand, fingers dwindling until he holds only by some dampened faith.
He feels his quest for knowledge has dug him six feet under " trapped in a premature grave to live out his sorrowful life, but truly, he's died long ago.
He wants only to live in sleep, where the lights go out like a fragile flame flickers on the wick of a candle and perishes without sympathy, where he's not plagued by the turmoil of reality, where he may find a little solace - a little piece of mind, where he may rest his troubled soul.
From his mound of knowledge he stands, watching the busy life below...
...and there he cannot help but envy the ignorance of the happy creatures.
Hannah Vance © 2010 ClimbingTheWallReviews
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