A Blind Eye Poem by Anthony Daniels

The reckoning of your soul taking place as we speak being crushed up like crushed ice they always told you what would happen if you kept on playing nice. Crying eyes bleeding dry no tears are left to spare no use crying anymore just because your life is in despair. Reaching for the high, higher and highest point of happiness only to lose the grip and tumble downward into an unending pit of sadness.
One should never turn a blind eye up towards the darkness in the sky when one with a vengeful mind is fast approaching from behind. Maybe now a lesson has been learned that you should never trust someone whose hidden intention is to watch you burn.