Things Carried Poem by S.W. Clark

Bewildered in a land of dross,
carried to winds of spirit's loss.
Nothing pure but deceit and lust,
carried until we return to dust.
Love to lie,
and crave in greed,
carried so much the grave to plead.
Boasting for nothing,
cowarding fame,
carried for nothing a cursed name.
Frontal pieces of false content,
carried until by trial they're sent.
Hearts of wanton,
gait of passion,
carried with pride in lustful fashion.