A/N: This particular poem was written for the Freeverse Frenzie Competition, poem 27.
Their Tender Little Child
11. Ignorance is Bliss
His life's work had been overturned
in a single moment of discovery
And oh how he wished
he could turn back the hands of time
or the motion of those particles
his world had begun
to revolve around
But it was impossible: that time was gone,
never to return, and now he faced a different task:
To put an end to the tower's trek
that had once led to Heaven's base
but was rapidly descending back
and down – further down –
to pierce the Hell fires deep below –
He couldn't say how it had come to this
but he had; how his hope to help mankind
had shattered in his face.
How could it – the thing that pushed them on –
turn on them like this? Those planetary particles
that had so carefully built the world
with its bonds – now
Shattered.
Destroyed.
Gone.
And worst, was that it was impossible to undo
or forget, so the mark was always there,
teasing, beckoning with its hideous back…
And when he realised that face wasn't so hideous to everyone
it was nearly too late.