A soul brimming with life
came forth to this world
that intended to bind,
where wars seemed to be rife,
While peace was the first syllable
on people’s mind
Divulged into a life of pain
where love was found to be a mask,
The skies opened up for an envious rain
while hatred had a devilish task
The soul now touched with evil,
Tainted with fear,
Devoid of zeal
was caged in its own skin,
Crippled by sin
Evincing,
perhaps of love
or perhaps humanity I gave it my spirit,
tried to conjure it
And exalt it to its epiphany
Exacting,
A little faith and alacrity
But the poison of its septic existence
had eviscerated its essence,
The dead can not be healed
My spirit swirled around its corpse
Then faded away into wasteful nothingness
aphroditeanderson 