There is a dark and lonely dungeon. It's cold, and conceals the Light.
The sadness fraught, by thine own choice, as pride destroys what's right.
Shackled by the words that wound! Thy chains of anger grow!
Truth now hidden! Love removed! The illness spreads and flows!
A bitter canker can emerge, as ugly thoughts occur!
Infectious poisons, a lethal dose, and spiritually toxic spurs!
For blame maligns! And blindness leads! Then forgiveness is unheard!
Misunderstood! No matter now! Misjudgments are assured!
Verdicts of mistrust, and pain! They taunt, and haunt thy soul!
And friendship lost by untrue lies! The cancer takes its toll!
Blessings passed. Expected now! Entitled by demand?
No longer filled with gratitude! Coveting takes command!
"Ignorant accusations! Revengeful deeds that maim!
Will never heal thy wounded soul! Nor eliminate thy pain!"
"The festering prison of malcontent, if nurtured by thy thoughts!
Will reap despair to learn too late, that no one was at fault!"
"Oh, that thou, couldst quickly bear, charity in thy heart!
To never judge, nor to distort, or rip one's life apart!"