Sightless is his fate and his motions mimic the inebriated
Slated he feels by his maker, but He has never been a forsaker
Great is his inability to realize His favor
He better savor those Godsends, knowing God lends
A hand to battle the cravers
The ones that rattles his cages
In the sacred book with the many pages
He's read countless times the several stages
Of losing faith and knows deliverance may seem belated
Berated by his cohorts like the servant Job
To scold his provider, but he knows his God is no liar
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Underlying Tales of a Defiant Deviant
PoetryUnderlying: "significant as a cause or basis of something but not necessarily manifest or obvious." Tales: "a fictitious or true narrative or story, especially one that is imaginatively recounted." Defiant: "showing defiance." Deviant (noun): "a dev...
