The Vain Of Pride

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #63 – Crumble

The length of your poem / prose must match the number of 88 words stated in this week’s challenge. No more. No less.

In the vain of pride
comes a death inside
a crumble of one’s soul
dying one day at a time
the constant thought of self
leaves one parched like
a desert with no oasis
with an insatiable hunger
for things with no sustenance
and when all has been achieved
tis but a vainglory momentary
leaving the soul a cemetery
upon unhallowed ground
where no hope can be found…

In this look to the skies
where light is shone
upon the crumbled soul
and there one shall find life!

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