My Folly

I used to sit above the storm

a platform of Kindness and Respect my support

never seeing it for what it truely was

my awful hubris was the only cause

my only worry was that light would lose its Joy

so I lit a flame of desire to be pleased

that became an inferno of Want and Greed

Self-Indilgence and satisfation, it was all meant for me

the Flame grew and burned

it charred the relations of my family

And damaged all who wanted to help me

Why was I too blind to see?

I heard it creak and groan

the platform I called home

I rushed to douse the Flame

water to cleanse my name

Now I work to rebuild

and look to find who I may support

but I still grieve while I feel so unworthy

looking now, I do not know me

the Flame still lives, it always will

Its name is Temptation, the curse well known

it still calls me, singing of whim

and I always fear it is a fight I will not win