Found this in one of my old computer files...

I think i wrote in College but I'm not too sure

 

 

The coldness spreads through my body

like a   disease

corrupting my very essence

as it tortures me with frozen heat

that seeps into my soul

like blood through cloth…

tormenting me like devil’s angels do.

Tainted with the mistakes of being right,

I stop and succumb to the disease

which is my pride.

In the loudness of my silence,

 I scream… .

the pain in my soul’s heart rains upon mea

and in the blinding light of darkness

I find retribution.

I stop and feel pride’s shame slip away.

Now as I stand in front of myself

rejoicing in my triumph,

I see myself prideless…

but never the less, Proud.