Wishings of a dunce

A poem for the ignorant

Wishings of a dunce
by Daniel Adams

Do you see the same?
Can you see my real self –
An image of obscurity,
(Well…at least I’ve got my health)-
Slipping deep to sleep,
In a bed mediocrity?

I sometimes wish to weep,
To cry out against my ignorance,
But I can feel it seep,
In to every gap and void,
I have to cry out soon,
Or I will be destroyed.

I am indifferent testament,
To all I will not be,
I am hindsight’s weeping child,
Swaddled in my apathy.
A million missing memories,
Describe what I never knew,
O’ to be born again to learn,
What is known only by a few.

As you look upon my carefree face,
You will look full upon my fiction,
Listen to the words of a fool,
Note my foolish benediction

You must see its me I rue,
I did not seize my days,
My imprudent life will show,
That although ignorance is bliss,
Its also…oh damn…er?