That Which I Hold Close

That which I hold close,
is illusion.
Its beauty is in its deception.
A lie whispers sweet words
within the mind.
It deludes and takes from the true beauty
of life.
That which I hold close,
my hatred,
my vengeance.
My soul cannot be whole without
or such goes the lie.
Why do I know I have but to reach out
and humble myself.
And the fields of green and the peace and
contentment will be given.
Why do I stray from the peace that's offered?
such is the delusion of a lie.
The devil hath but only keep my heart hardened
and the battle has been won.
Must I do this alone?
That which I hold close,
keeps me bound.