Chaos
Man is lost to doom,
thirsting to soar higher —
higher than immortal skies
Pride often flames
the haughty paths
to the lions' den
Yet, danger to man,
remains unseen as
greed fuels his lust to glory,
Insolence wrestles nature,
and conceit glooms the
sight of his willful mind
Man is lost to doom,
his ego swings the air
till the abyss hugs his soul.
Copyright © Arthur Shedrick Davies | Year Posted 2020
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