Lost

I was born to know Love.
pure and golden,
resting within my heart.

But I denied it,
and allowed Hate to rush in.

I once kept Faith.
Faith that Love still dwelled
within my heart.

But I denied it,
and allowed Doubt to rush in.

I once held Hope.
Hope that Love still existed
for me.

But I denied it,
and allowed Death to rush in.

Where Life once entered my chest,
as regular as the tides,
I draw my final breath.