The Dark Abyss

In the dark abyss that is my mind Amongst the spider webs I find A distorted being of some kind Covered with thoughts that are sublime He’s wearing a cloak of mystery Having gotten lost in history He stares and blinks and laughs at me Pointing a finger accusingly His lips are moving; I hear not a word The thoughts he thinks are quite absurd His reasoning is somewhat blurred Then he flies away like a wounded bird And yet I know he influences thought Inside my poems many of them are caught He may think his rants are all for naught But some lessons learned are those he taught