With Eyes Wide Shut
Once there were six men following
The man who was in front, leading.
Leading them throughout their journey,
Hoping not toward a gurney.
Behind them perhaps a village,
And some animals by the stream;
Beyond those, a church with a bell,
Although this they've no way to tell;
All around them were trees and such,
While to one another they clutch.
Oh, how ironic isn't it
That in front of them was a pit -
A pit in which they were to fall,
For blind was the man leading all.
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PoesieHope you'll be able to give this a chance. Basically just scribbled words on a scrap piece of paper which are just lame excuses for poems I write whenever I'm bored, down, or just... yeah... that I want to share with you guys. Enjoy reading my mind...
