Habits Of Blindess

Seeker

I walked the fields against a blowing wind

I trampled on the golden grains of dreams

a constant hope for life but toil's chagrin

the undulating harvests will redeem

As I endure the sadness from within

I bear the guilt for scorn of dulcet bliss

My careless way of deigning precepts shown  

was born, my youth was loath to count remiss

My truth is real I have renewed my creeds

In moral exile I became atoned

The shame is vanished from all wrongful deeds

Travails besiege and winnow life apace

To thus divide the traits of wants from needs

We must adopt a counseled supple grace

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2017 09:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: This piece is an experiment using Shelly's, Ozymandias as a reference for scansion. I didn't succeed in matching his perfectly but came pretty close. The subject matter is, of course, completely different.
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  • Seeker

    Thank you very much Robert you're very kind.



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