My Ruins

In spite of all I feel

About evil socialities,

My heart is torn within:

The seal

Of faith to myself is broken,

And for brief, painful moments

I think old thoughts.

A picture of a hopeless past,

Of an untouched chin

And a virgin cheek,

Frames my mind in ruins.

 

Then I lose my mirth to duty

And shade my sight from well worn beauty.