Wasted Life
arrogant with the power
of worthless money
devaluing his growth
in search of comfort
loathed by his companions
over his blindness
accomplishing misdeeds
heaped one upon the other
lost, lost
searching for what he's denied
falling victim
to his wants
his eyes
obscured by mists of greed
and selfish concern
his heart
stiffled by pain
turned inward
at war with his existence
and seemingly unaware
of the condradiction
a wasted chance
one smile of gratitude
one thought of
selfless love
of more value
than his palace
and his armies
one reflection
on his existence
denied
no one can tell him
he can't hear
he can't see
he can't feel
his own heart beat.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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