In sadness and the fear of greatness,
under conquest and a leaden hand,
in remoteness and a bit of ire,
even proud men tire of demanding of demand.
In sadness and the fear of greatness
mankind pilfers through crowding streets asleep
without a wish to wake. Mankind
takes his lonely will: what he can steal
from the only truly Great.
Man, not lonely in his sadness,
addresses strength then turns
away in fear of Greatness,
without desire to purify, but rather
look at everything but God.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
