My Poetry - Virtue

You turned your back on the world and forgot yourself

The 40 days and 40 nights became a 7 year itch in a prison cell

You hide the monster inside but it cracks the surface

And it claws at your soul, no heart left for purpose

An empty space where your heart used to be

You've become the asshole you never wanted to be

Now you're stuck in this life of commiserating

The blackened heart, once beating, now lay dormant; a pity

Exhausted; you spend every moment breathing

Fire and brimstone your unlikely heaven

But when darkness consumes all that you see

Then darkness controls everything

The devil, he smiles as his plan comes to fruition

An apple a day won't keep Death at bay

Eve couldn't resist and she had perfection

Mortality's grip on a God-given day

The struggle of life; a righteous passage

Is death our only escape on this narrow path

Frailty is a virtue in this broken world

It's our only hope in a world gone cold

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING: - If you think I'm critical of others, you should realize that I'm also very hard on my own self as well, for I know I have a whole boardwalk of planks in my eye. This poem is all about self degradation, turning that critical eye on myself.