Vile Poem by K J

See me on a lush meadow higher still
Than your petty count'nance would care to reach;
Than your simplistic mind would want to breach.
Picture me there away from all your ills.

Stronger than yours is my power of will,
Yet susceptible am I to the leech
Who, like tides that take away from the beach,
Would take him away for dreams unfulfilled.

How your bitter rages provoke in me
A sort of mad creeping sense of dislike
For one in whom conspiracy reigns true.
I imagine all I have left's to be
The adult rather than the struggling tyke,
The poet instead of the child like you.

Life is Eternal
And Love is Immortal
And Death is but a Horizon;
And a Horizon is nothing
Save the limit of our Sight.