by Richard Vince

Hiding in the darkness underground,
I see none of the bright lights
That attract so many millions
Of moths.

We’ve had good days, it’s true,
But somehow they’ve come
In spite of who she is.

She is a temptress; a siren
Whose song calls so many to
Move their lives over endless
Miles in the hope that
Their days will overflow
With wonders.

Somehow, I have always been
Deaf to that beguiling melody,
But I have never ceased to
Wonder what I miss.

Those few good days have
Given me a brief glimpse of
What so many others see,
But there is too much
I had to look past.

I will keep my eyes open,
As I have done for many years.
Perhaps I need to find someone
To show me what I cannot
See alone.


Posted on 03/23/2012
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 03/24/12 at 01:27 AM

I like this write Vince. I don't believe anyone sees everything without help from someone else whether it be teachers or in some cases even strangers.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/26/12 at 02:55 AM

The ending of this, the possibilities it suggests, are profound and deeply moving. What a great write.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/26/12 at 03:13 AM

I was trying to find one particular line I liked best and couldnt choose, like every line.

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