Dean Koontz


The Bad Place - Poem by Dean Koontz

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 3, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013

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