Field Of Meadow And Heart Of Shield Poem by Jeremy Willson

Shutting my eye lids I see a fluttering meadow
Disrupted by the noisy shutters hitting the window
I open my portals and my pupils stare out at the sun
Imprinting me with eternal darkness because I am dumb
Distortion to the peripherals but differentiation to the heart
What is good and what is bad is a sacred dart
That pierces my inner being, my inner me
The side of me that no one actually gets to see
It's hidden amongst the flowers in the meadow field
Protected by an impenetrable shield
What is this shield? , you may ask but I shall never tell
Except that it has me under it's evil spell
Some mutter it's name in secret others dare not speak
For if they did they'd be left in utter defeat
Burned by the sun, unto the circle of life it's wilted
It's body completely warped and uselessly tilted