THE BLIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL SOUL

THE BLIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL SOUL

The flower swiftly curls at the lights glare,

Its shiny limbs smiling at the sunset lows.

Pirouetting with windy desire,

Its petal dances in the gracious air.

And beauty as we may ever know it was duly given!

And so innocence was conceived to fill the earth,

Darkas the soft night when the music ebbs away.

My eyes closed to see the time moving,

In the near distance her voice speaks,

Telling stories of a thousand memories.

She stays in the reality of all that lives calm,

Her voice toned to comfort the world,

Her smile a dream for motivation

In the midst of uncertain times she stood,

The beauty of all that was beautiful

But fair beautiful gifts come with a steep prize

As innocence can always be dealt a dark dream

And every perfection that comes with her happiness

Can be swept under the dust of every past

And beauty shows its vulnerable day.

Her doubts numb her light

And in her depths, the beauty fades a little

Clouded by a myriad of choices

All seeking what makes her glow,

She is hurt by admiration.

But how come her beauty is her only curse?

Why is her beauty her charm and her pain?

Too many Romeo’s pinning for this Juliet

Will she ever know the path of her love?

Or will she forever be bended by her gift.?

And so the choice filled the wall,

As she led her path of broken dreams.

Hurt by circumstances, a victim of herself,

Loved and admired by too many knights.

Till all she had left were scars of regret,

Of the things that beauty had caused.

 The blight of a beautiful soul,

Loved by the darkness in the world.

Soon the flower will wilt away,

And in its drying petals; we realize

That beauty sometimes is a burden of all that turns bleak.

(c) elijah peter.2015