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Death of my Soul

I was born into innocence,

naivety was my normal mode.

I saw nothing untoward or cruel,

hearts and roses ruled my soul.

 

Honesty is a simple word,

yet some confuse its theme.

A kaleidoscope of meaning,

for those who have lost esteem.

 

Pride comes before a fall,

as that mountain they all climb.

Losing their own self respect,

leaving humility far behind.

 

I question if loyalty exists,

as each strives for his own.

Ignoring the impact on others,

as under the train they are thrown.

 

Each day tiny pieces,

of these great qualities disappear.

Leaving my soul fully exposed,

to rip apart with the final tear.