Quest

Loneliness shouldered the soul.
Darkness clouds the soul.
A depleting soul, I could say.
Green-eyed monsters,
All around.
Waiting restlessly to,
Blow away the light of,
The beautiful soul.
Harsh words of escapade,
And unbelievable,
Faces of humans,
Tortures and troubles the soul.

"Why are people so?"
"Why are people so self-scented?"
"Why do people hurt others?"
Human nature is unquestionable,
When the erudite class itself,
Has lost the,
Beauties of a pure soul.

Pandora's box opened,
HOPE hopped out gently.
Brightening the soul.
Frightening away the monsters.
Today I live,
Treating my soul,
With lots of strength and love.