evil

A Poem by Nastia

Oh what evil lurks inside.

Waiting to divide.

Wanting the world to abide.

This evil is one of a kind.

Leaving noone behind.

Feeding us its sweet caress.

Embracing our undying stress.

Making us obsess.

Oh what a cradle it is, to a mind so alone.

Tearing a heart with its tone.

Leaving a soul in a zone.

What evil we find, when we search our mind. This evil is humanity. One full of vanity.