A Blessed Curse
A blessing, the gift of sight.
One may witness the height of mountains,
The lowlands of a desert,
Even the rare occurrence of women's eyes that make men kill for.
What beauty the eye can hold.
A curse the gift of sight.
To see the destructiveness of man,
To behold the fragility of life,
You may even witness a lost soul.
What evil the mind can comprehend.
Beauty and evil, never alone in the eye and mind.
I wrote this in high school, the eleventh grade for some English class. I got an A.
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