UnseenA Poem by Scott ChristianThis is one of my earlier poems, written in 2007. I submit this to my account so others can compare to my current works.
What thing could this be
Wrapped tight in cold sheets? It cringes at sights unseen Grasping at ropes Binding all glimmers of hopes To a blink of an eye and a dream Blind though it be It can still somehow see The most desolate wastelands inside Within its cold gaze Lies the questions it raised About the life of its own that had lied Encroached on its morals The thoughts did arise To demolish the painting Of death of life Create its own laws That recourse did give pause To cause the blinking of unseeing eyes © 2010 Scott ChristianAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on July 25, 2010 Last Updated on July 25, 2010 AuthorScott ChristianPAAboutPublished author currently writing stories for a horror themed podcast. more..Writing
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