How Can the Blinded Ever Bear To See

How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See Above drudgery of this life skies just begging to be seen sun sends its warmth and its hello to a humanity that oft wanders blind, in its glories rotten to its core. What shouts out in sorrows and in epic pains none but retributions and loss of sweet hope born by a mad walk down vanity's darkest path complete with arrogance of want to be gods! Above the Dragon that lies in wait its sharp claws spoiled with dried bloods its legions prowling for pleasures they need world rewarding as such merit thus calls- to misery, sacrifices fruits of death. How can the blinded ever bear to see morbid curse they adore and truly embrace for mortal souls lounge in festering ponds and moan in silence among valleys of midnight calls! Above pits of cavernous despairs man races into his welcoming abyss his heart chained to selfish desires mind a cage of ego driven exasperation, poison arrows sent to pierce truth. When will life's beauty, its powers happily reveal to a mad herd claiming gems born of darkness and at dawn's rise plead for their well hidden masks so as no stray mirror dares shines most feared truth! Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2019 Prose, ( What Time And Truth May One Day Reveal ) Note: Strange the waves that oft surge within dream seas views of dark pits and direst moaning pleas anguish born from travels on earth's darken paths and saddest sorrows, fruits of divine wrath.