Lost

He lost his soul's reflective properties
All for the hope of a smile
Every glistening kiss
And every dark caress
Was another shard lost
Stalling to save space and time in her/their mystery
He would think that he had found a place to become situated
Then, evicted and convicted of crimes of which he had a close association
Accused and abused, his soul sold to the lowest bidder
Collector of broken, once-cherished things
He would be bitter about the situation
Lying in contemplation
He wondered why he was forced to wallow in the mire of deliberate deceit
Thoroughly crafted through time with selfish conceit
Which so righteously justified
And with straight face...lied
But what prophet could predict a soul deficit
Of such amazing proportions?
Through what functions of the mind
Could he pinpoint the pinnacle point of self-deception?
His point being post-dejected reflection
Is it nothing more than the subjection of repeated emotional annihilation
That leaves the heart drained of love
And the soul shattered in pieces along the trail of life?
In the end he could do nothing but follow the trail
Sometimes backtracking to gather the glittering pieces
Of something he lost...© All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett