Blind Poem by Peter Bishop

Could it be that life is making me blind
Can it be that I am only one of a kind?
My eyes are covered in the darkest color of hate
I am scared of meeting my own scary fate.

Do I have the strength and power to tame the fires
Of all my evil strong selfish desires?
Can it be that only I can control my future
Which is in the hands of my pride, the deadly creature.

Would I be able to resist the temptation
Or would I be brought to corruption?
Is love the only cure to my darkness
Which will destroy everything even my selfishness?

Will I finally see the light of glory
And forget all the deadly war which was so nasty and gory?
Could I finally have peace in my heart
Which will teach me about the magic of art?

How long though will I wait for the happily ever after
Where the world will be full of beautiful luster?