The Roots of Sin

Amada Paul Israel
@israelamadapaul172464
11 days ago

In the heart of human, a shadow doth lie,
A whisper of greed that shall ne'er die;
Innocence lost, a heavy toll,
A dance with darkness, a roll of the scroll.

Desires do kindle like a raging fire,
Temptations do beckon, feeding desire;
The glimmer of pleasure, so hard to withstand,
A fleeting embrace in a world vast and grand.

Ignorance doth cloak like a shroud of the night,
Blinding the soul from discerning the light;
A truth unspoken, a lesson unlearned,
In the maze of morals, the innocent yearned.

Voices of others, a chorus so loud,
Peer pressure doth rise, like a gathering crowd;
The urge to conform, to blend and to fit,
Can twist the pure heart, lead it to split.

Circumstances call, with their weighty demands,
Life’s cruel hand dealt with uncertain hands;
Poverty’s grasp or trauma’s tight squeeze,
Can lead hearts to sin, with a whispering ease.

Rebellion doth stir in the depths of despair,
A fight for freedom, for breath of fresh air;
Yet in the defiance, a darkness doth root,
Turning the noble to shadows of brute.

Self-control doth falter, the spirit laid bare,
In moments of weakness, we find ourselves there;
A spiral of choices, a flicker of doubt,
In the tempest of chaos, we stumble about.

Yet from this abyss, a glimmer may rise,
Awareness doth awaken, a truth to despise;
To learn from the struggle, to seek and to mend,
To face the frailty, and still choose to ascend.

So here in this journey, where shadows entwine,
Let love be the light, and hope be the sign;
For though we may falter and oft may stray,
In the search for redemption, we shall find our own way.

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