Pride Poem by Heidi Fiore

Illness and despair flow over me
They feel like a molten sea.
I'll never say these words aloud,
So I am left to be engulfed in their cloud
Of pious grievance and tormenting pride
Within me do all these pains hide.

I am slashed by my own silence
And beaten by my own malicious desires.
Now pride consumes me in its fires.

The prickling sting turns to numbness
As I stand once again
Awoken by my own self-loathing
And sin is now all that is holding

My Pride made way for others to enter

Lust, now trying to rule over all in me,
But Pride remains the force unseen.
It keeps the Lust at bay,
Keeping all the other sins away.
Until a green-eyed peasant clears
A path and lets all hear
Its deceits of all the others;
Of mankind and all its brothers.

And as these malcontents take shape and form within me
I soon begin to see
That had my heart been offered to another sepulcher
It might have been safe from all this callous despair.

Love is supposed to be the most beautiful thing;
Summoned forth on majestic wings.
But when that love is not given back,
The heart becomes a stone of pure black.