Harmony

Endless days of perpetual rays-
Indolent ways this life portrays.

Fingers of grass from fragments of glass-
Corpses en masse the salinity has cast.

Ceiling and floor appearing Azure-
Internal core left thirsting for more.

Emotional state void of hate-
Inevitable fate when abandoned is weight.

An Attempt at Poetry

Frailty, a human trait,

her countenance does show;

a sign of her certain fate,

in the dreaded foot of crow.

Once a creature of angelic beauty,

who squandered a coveted gift;

caring only for worldly booty,

between her and God, forged a rift.

Conclusion of this wasted life,

consists of apt loneliness;

no friends or family to aid the strife,

vanity has deemed her odious.

Even in this time of sorrow,

Grim’s sickle shining in her eye;

she cares nothing of the morrow,

and fails to look up high.

For only God could save her soul,

from the pending punishment below;

where eternity with no parole,

her faults, will surely show.