Unfaithful

As a human, I have a wide berth of emotions, this poem allowed me to express some of them.

Guilded red with clinging lust

Solitude stings like the gust

Of a mourners tears turned cold.

Grips the soul and turns it old.

 

Invisible are the sinews of molten hate

They fuel the anger that festers and boils great

Pity to bounded and chained consciousness undone

Pandora unleashed this villainous weight of ton.

 

Heavy burden on the imagined soul

Perceived as treacherous like wolf to foal.

Crowned be the spirits with the bloodied thorns

Of those blessed by Hades to burden horns.

 

Horns that scorch the auric surrounding

With baleful woes that they are sounding.

Absence of breath comes to lungs that wait,

For sinful lovers who try to bait.

 

Wretchéd be those who live for vanity

They delve into depths of obscenity.

Vileful angels strike at the weary,

Descending talons; a grip so scary.

 

Little chance to escape the torrent

Of lovers betrayed wo now so-vent.

That their minds had struck a deadly blow,

For as they had thought, so they had sow.