The gift

Had the soul been granted
the most precious gift
or the foulest filth?
For the gift..
spoiled as it had claimed it never would.
And the soul was stricken with disease
that the rotted gift had spread to it.
The soul was punished
for accepting the gift.

Tricked heart

The heart was love and lust,
but mostly selfishness.
And when love it was given,
the heart devoured the delightful dish.
But the heart yearned for excess,
for all love that did exist,
but the heart was granted no more,
but torture in place in the blissful dish.

Time Vs. Loss

Many times the sun and moon,
ever trustworthy, rose and fell,
but could not in any amount
ever the despair of loss dispell.

What disappointment

The efforts from me drained
constructed what but disdain
for in all my words concocted
is lone the failure I've adopted.
Each articulation once of joy
proves now merely a cruel decoy.
Pretty was but petty,
obscured by falsity;
Pride was all disgrace,
behind a fragile face.