One, Two, Three
The Seconds Slowly Pass,
As I Drown in the Field of Destiny
it Surly Cannot Last.
But it Goes On,
Like a Never-Ending River,
and We Are as a Pawn,
At the Thought, I Shiver.
Sickening to the Mind
to Be Used by the Divine;
Fools that Blind
not Protective or Benign.
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Author:
Stormy Day (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2010 13:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Don't know where this came from; the words came to me, and so it was written. I like to think it has some hidden meaning.
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Comments1
It is fascinating and well-written, I think. The last stanza, last three lines are ominous in that it cannot refer to the Lord God of the Bible, for He does not use any of us, that I know of, and then I can't guess who the "Fools that Blind" are? I enjoyed it, though.
Thank you, and no, it doesn;t refer to God Almighty. Maybe the pagan (?) gods, idk.
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