Poem of the day

Your beauty intoxicates all you encounter
Yet you fail to notice
This is your blunder

You've had a rough time
Though now it is over
But yet you continue clinging to what is left over

And in doing this your depression grows deeper
Pulling you apart at the seams
Causing you to unravel and fall to you knees
Pondering desperately: "How much worse can it be? "

To ease your mind of your terrible burden
You bargain with Satan (as if he cares)
Giving you a release, in turn for your soul: That you believe tarnished and not worth much at all

When all of your friends have been with you till now
But here comes the crossroads up ahead
They give you a choice: "Stand tall or fall down."

You have your beauty and charm
Your intelligence and grace
Good friends and your health
What more does it take for you?