Seeing Too Much(Is A Form of Blindness)

 

The wizard’s eyes

Became as black

As the ritual of night,

For the crystal ball

Was full of salty water

From the pain

He could not see.

Fears dry drown

In the Dead Sea

Created by self-made immortality.

Images once foreseen

By his third eye

Bleed from fatal wounds

Through hearts treason.

His final breathes

Generate a dust storm

That will fade between

The boards in the floor

He was too mighty

To look upon.

Now six feet under

The flesh becomes a feast

For creatures not worth his time

As he burns in hell

Realizing with all his third eye saw

It was a blind soul

That became his demise. 

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Realizing with all his third eye saw It was a blind soul That became his demise. This absolutely rocks!

[Becky C Strukamp]

Very powerful, One can feel the darkness as they read it. Each line penned with precision. Each word, brilliant, complimenting the next word in line. It gets inside your soul as you read it. Composed beautifully!!!

[Ed Hart]

you scrambled my poor brains with this one...and sent me searching, inside

[Liza]

to see and perceive are the differences of indifference and understanding, caring and neglect - you've painted this picture vividly

[Marie Harrison]

Now six feet under
The flesh becomes a feast
For creatures not worth his time
As he burns in hell

What a chilling poem
Perfect for Halloween!