Profound Sight Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

Lacking quality’s so profound,
Blown away and out to far.
So many thoughts lost and around,
Even inside he lost his only star.
See right through the thin air,
Looking down, without the slightest care.

Remembering what he long ago lost,
While you actually thought you could talk to god.
The lies upon lies I bought,
I always knew it was a fraud.
The air was so thin and easy to breathe,
Your sight is blind, so how could you see?