Unrepentant, those of singular sight,
blinded by their own intrinsic light,
who in the course of expounding their will,
destroy all chance and possibility.
No vision of potential haunts their plight
just the stark reality of wants and right,
as they believe their own fashioned lies,
and invest in dreams and folly.
No words can impart the limits,
of a truth so profoundly tepid, insipid,
built of a shallow and deluded guise,
that in the end foreshadows.
And even in defeat, in abject failure,
unrepentant they blame and favour
themselves as victims of deceit and slander,
disregarding their own arrangements.
And so the pretence repeats,
circumstances blind as potential depletes,
each and every time they fail,
yet will not recognise their part in play.
Unrepentant, these one-eyed Cyclops,
calling life as they want,
accepting not, their own ineptitude,
waking each day to do it all again.
Tony DeLorger © 2016