Lust and I

I am the luster.

Weakness has risen from the depth of my soul.

I have given into lust.

Though I bite my tongue at the sounds of its expression,

I soon sell my soul,

willingly,

to the proprietor of my transgression.

I have given into the criminal

that grabs hold at a young age.

I have given into the mind that lets go in times of rage.

The cowardly force

that moves so slow in its execution

then pounces when your body is ripe.

I have given into the soulless soul,

the paradox that grows

Though I go by the name of strength, and passion

I show weakness in the land I built.

My ancestors look down 

disappointed in their son.

The universe looks to me 

seeing nothing but a natural occurrence.

A slip up that can be fixed.

How do I look at myself

when not through the eyes of All.

I do not,

for the pain of the realization

that I took ten steps back

will overwhelm all within me.