Eye of the Masses

Look beyond,

But no farther than the walls which guards you,

For then the scene changes,

As all you would see shall voice,

Their own tales of tragedy,

Till those screams vaulting freedom dies down,

And the silent catacombs stir awake,

In ash and dust,

Raising ghosts that would scale the wall, this wall,

To take shelter by your hearth,

And of all those who shall heed your reminiscence.

If Illuminated the spectres, will stand,

Looking beyond,

At the flames lighting long horizons,

Towards a new path, towards a new world,

Yet unknown and unchanged,

Awaiting the distant dust of their march.

O Witness, who saw true,

O Descendant, who braved,

When you tousle the wordless shards,

Know that the mirror then would reflect neither the stillness of time,

Nor the ember notes of progress,

But would turn opaque, uncertain,

As is all that resides,

On the other side.

For it is by the brink of one’s eye,

Where the blindness begins.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

I find poetry as a gentle reminder, a medium to relay and dwell upon all things considerate people find inconsiderate. Poetry as an art is akin to a lamp or a magnifying glass. It trails volumes of meaning behind obscure, vague words. I have been writing for a time now, and intend to do so for the time to come. And hopefully, hopefully, hope that one day, someday, a person stumbling across this veil of words, find it alluring enough to shift aside the curtain and peer, into the eyes of the naked truth which sways with the wind of reason. If you have any thoughts, it would be my pleasure to know them, if you don't then it would be a pleasure to not. Be my guest. This feast of words is for you.

7 thoughts on “Eye of the Masses”

  1. hi it’s weird but I read it your poem twice and each time I saw coorelations with today’s political world. I wondered if the Specters were the folks that feel if we mess up the earth it’s o.k. because we can always rocket off to another planet….I loved the “brink of one’s eyes” most would say blink…and blindness begins. Very interesting.

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    1. Hi, I like your perception but actually the poem is about an individual trying to emerge from his introvert shadow into the outside world, the wall represent his sheltered life, the specters are the opinions thrust upon him by the public, the mirror sequence represents the ever surprising way of the world, while the line about the brink of an eye and blindness is an allusion to the fact we tend to associate the world upon our own experiences…… Anyway, its meaning varies from a person to person…..And I am glad that you found one which suits you… Thanks!!!

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