Blind WorldA Poem by Wes HartA world of vultures teems beneath A land of evil gets its seat A thing which lies within the mind That thing from which you cannot hide The voice within, it leads you here That sound that brings you constant fear The warring soul of ancient man With blood of devils back again The thing you love and yet despise Has come for thee, to make thee rise So come oh friend and make a stand With me against this horrid band Of those who seek a world so blank Who try to pull the greatest prank To blind the world with useless light Upon the page both day and night And thus we all within the fold Seek distant lands both young and old For we are not from these plain ways And oh so many countless days We watch and wait, for time draws near When world will fall to distant fear © 2014 Wes Hart |
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1 Review Added on March 19, 2014 Last Updated on March 19, 2014 AuthorWes HartRichmond, VAAboutI write when the mood strikes me. I tend to be a very Schmendrick-like individual with my muses. I let them run their course. I'm working on becoming more tempered as an author. Hopefully this com.. more..Writing
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