Plague of Soul

Welkin Siskin
Washington, America

For all that comes as oddity to surpass us
Are things stained as plague in our souls.
And how could this go thus
If we neglect life, its purpose and goals.
For all the stains of life lead us to adversary
And adversary entwines us
And life so becomes a sorry
And farewell we bid to life thus.
Life is an intricate pathways of hedges
And an un-enchanting cruise
And we got to somehow cross these mazes
With love, with pain, with compassion and bruise.