In The Absence Of Love Poem by S.W. Clark

With extreme prejudice and a haunting gaze
a continence shakes with withered distress,
steadfast, unmovable, in a single minded
impassioned face neither glint nor glum,
repeatedly, again and again, thinking
'How I despise thee
foe of my being,
destroyer of my heart
mine enemy-
thou accursed lust.'
without waiver- without reconciliation
taking the insatiable hate into the dark abyss of insanity.
The soul was forever lost
and again with tools of deception,
greed and pride.
The devil has again conquered
another unforgiving piece of humanity.
'But with one, ' snides Satan joyously,
' I will convince the multitudes.'
'And with one- armies will gain reason to
do Evils' bidding.'