Vanity
There lives a silent evil deep within
Which once was locked inside Pandora's box
Now said to be the "father of all sin"
And one's denial is it's paradox
Abiding in us all, though well disguised
Once caused an angel's fall from God's sweet grace
When there are times it goes unrecognized
A mirror will reveal it's hiding place
Yet even in admitting it exists
We yearn to feel that superficial glow
For deeds of man which crumble in time's mist
Then feed the fire that burns self-serving souls
It often hides as false humility
But ash and dust know not of vanity
by Daniel Turner
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment