Servitude To Pride

SERVITUDE TO PRIDE See, Our love that once Like an inferno burnt, Now, like an ember smolders, And beyond kindle by pride has become. Our psyches by pride wreathed, in loneliness Our hearts writhe and our mirth into myth retracts. Without, A serene heart we feign. But within, our hearts by dusk of pride Blinded, for each other grope and to the Melody of the dirge of our fissured Hearts pride spitefully dance. For A faded memory of you All night i carouse yet for Your caress I yearn. Photographs of you and i, my roses To you, as a sedative into the mire you threw. But, how come out of your heart you could Not throw me? The Trees of pride, it is palpable, A fertile soil in our psyches had found, And under the arbor of their leafy boughs, Etiolated our hearts berth and for Sunshine seek.