Epitome of a Fool

Don’t see inside me
It’s too dark to be
That part were madness
Takes hold
Turning it’s key
Into an abyss
Where grim is bliss
A torturous flint
Sparking every miss
In the belly of a cauldron
Hot like a pit
Where we sink the ships
In treasures troves
It’s never missed
Dug in groves
Don’t look in my eyes
It’s a trapped disguise
I’m the epitome
Of a fool

A poem I found on hellopoetry.com

 

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