What Is It

Hopelessly ensnared between the power mad manipulators
The merely corrupt and debased sing song bald faced
Not to know what is bad or good, truth or lie
What is it that pours constantly into ear, into eye
Seeing, hearing what is only a poor image of
Something better off not to know
But there it is
And here we go
Or is it already have gone
Too far to grow together
Or is it play so far apart
Is it all a false pretense of Light
Or is it something invisibly dark ?

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-10 at 10:02

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I've read this work several times, and at first sensed some pain and disquiet behind it... but then, the next read left me wondering if there was a reference to the dark arts here. A very enjoyable poem to read and reflect upon.