The Blight of a Man

quick poem about dreams

One side of his face,

was well lit and beaming,

go ahead and ask why,

and he will tell you he is dreaming,

with his weepy blue eyes,

his upturned nose,

his cheeks which are blistering,

from a cause yet unknown,

with a passion for his future,

and a plan for his past,

almost unnerving it may seem,

the blight in this man,

but turn to the next side,

and his face falls to his hands,

with scorching red blisters,

and a dark shadowed jaw,

even a starving artist would drop his brush,

had he been coined to draw,

because his face is broken and ugly,

unlike you have ever seen,

and that is a man,

who had lost prior dreams.

Author's Note

please feel free to constructively criticize!

Reviews

[ApDunamis]

wow...always two sides to every story. I think this is relate able to every human being at some point in their life.

[LukewarmLollipop]

thank you very much! I appreciate the comment :)