The Bad Place Poem by Dean Koontz

The Bad Place



Every eye sees its own special vision;
every ear hears a most different song.
In each man's troubled heart, and incision
would reveal a unique, shameful wrong.
Stranger fiends hide here in human guise
than reside in the valleys of Hell.
But goodness, kindness and love arise
in the heart of the poor beast, as well.

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Dean Koontz

Dean Koontz

Pennsylvania
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