“Pride is the parent of destruction, pride eats the mind and the heart and the soul alive.” -Anne Rice
I shudder to try and address
those whom would confess
they do not possess regret
for subjecting truth to duress.
Pride at times is useful
unless it is not truthful.
Pride can make lies usual;
burying truth via refusal.
Of truths that we hold dear,
for you my friend I do fear.
The pride does hide and sear.
Your heart has disappeared.
Duplicitous cups are empty
and in civility denied entry.
Souls of the bold are plenty
but they must learn humility.
To your pen do retreat,
if one must sanity keep,
to find comfort in sleep
which sound minds reap.
Could we place blame
as liars do being so vain?
Look do we and face,
rather, battles of the day.
Absent of love is conceit.
The haughty can repeat
delusions of golden streets
they seek for their feet.
This world they do plunder
let not them pull you under.
Where your trust and wonder
are broken and torn asunder.
