Ignorance is Best

She’s crammed, locked and stored
Away from everyone,
Her escape, guarded,
By the roaming watchman
Brewing fire,
All she does, is engulf sight
Through a peephole
Into an endless plain.

Escape? For what?
She’d be lost in the devour
Of cruelty, stormed down
Upon her fragility,
Here, she is protected, untainted
By degradation of a diseased world,
The sun peaks in
When no one’s calling for it,
But the tide of anger
When it ignores, is an avalanche
Upon the weary,
I keep her, cloaked
High above the crushing,
Forever beautiful, in ignorance.

©DorianPoe 2015