WANDER
Disclaimer: This is a poem I wrote about Jack's blindness, and Ralph's
despair through the ordeal that caused all human instincts and raw desires
to come forth. I don't own any characters, merely write about them.
Perhaps I may take but one chance
To ponder of your soul
May I ask, true of word,
What blind hopes you do hold.
To travel far within our minds
Takes courage and great will,
But to travel deep within our hearts
Takes even greater skill.
I find as we peer through eye's glass
A tale forever told
Some certain fear and terror, still
That fire will never scold.
Pray chance the great gates may bare
Some of deep and dark thought.
I'll walk through your lands, head held high
All sense tied in a knot.
A blind man will fight a bear
For he sees nothing of fear
But the beast will tear, and maim, and kill
Tis still a bear, though he neglected to hear.
We journey farther each live day
Towards our port and bar
Perhaps one day, one pastel day
I'll wander to where you are.
Disclaimer: This is a poem I wrote about Jack's blindness, and Ralph's
despair through the ordeal that caused all human instincts and raw desires
to come forth. I don't own any characters, merely write about them.
Perhaps I may take but one chance
To ponder of your soul
May I ask, true of word,
What blind hopes you do hold.
To travel far within our minds
Takes courage and great will,
But to travel deep within our hearts
Takes even greater skill.
I find as we peer through eye's glass
A tale forever told
Some certain fear and terror, still
That fire will never scold.
Pray chance the great gates may bare
Some of deep and dark thought.
I'll walk through your lands, head held high
All sense tied in a knot.
A blind man will fight a bear
For he sees nothing of fear
But the beast will tear, and maim, and kill
Tis still a bear, though he neglected to hear.
We journey farther each live day
Towards our port and bar
Perhaps one day, one pastel day
I'll wander to where you are.