Ancient Eyes Poem by Nell Sheridan

Age hath wearied me, the youthful vision, erased from my perceptions,
I think so much more, contemplating so slowly, my recollections,
Those moments untold, that passed, within a fleeting instant,
Somehow they missed, the complexity, intellectually relevant,
Visionsfalsely distorted, no comprehension, to which they attested,
Enlightenment escapes, internal thought, nothing meaningful invested,
No defence offered, for countless victims, humanity it falls,
No divine intervention, to lessen the weight, society appals,
Society is rotting, from its inner depths, to the edge if its very existence,
Ancient eyes, obscurity they see, humanity offers countenance,
Hear their pain, constant whispering, drollupon the breeze,
See their suffering, eternally mirrored, hollow eyes of epiphanies,
Incomparable, these memories invade, my ever aging conscience,
We stand abreast, one and the same, petitioned by our silence,
We shall not see, or hear or feel, anyone else's torments,
We shall only, stand and judge, devoid of all recompense,
Profound comfort, somewhere within, our ignorance we embrace,
Never the question, leaves our lips, why this worldly disgrace? ,
Rhetorical? no, the answer exists, waylaid is the connotation,
We deny ourselves, truth of success, seeking the implication,
We are the problem, plain and simple, the reason for this decay,
We can not love, our fellow man, predictably we betray,
Then wonder why, humanity is lost, no self examination,
Change begins, individuals accounted, that'sthe approximation,
Review yourself, initiate change, so society has some chance,
I am done myself, my ancient eyes,enough oflife's romance.

01052018