Fool's Epiphany

While burning with my blind desire,
I sit alone as I conspire,
plot and plan to end this need,
to satisfy this depthless greed.
Striving for the secret prize,
known only to my sightless eyes.
But who am I to feel this way?
A servant to my own dismay.
When did this feeling first begin?
Did I resist or just give in?

I turn and stare at what I've done,
knowing that it's just begun.
Far away I hear a cry,
my dieing conscience whispers why?

I stop and rest upon a tree,
every fiber screaming flee!
One last glance upon the scene,
have I become so obscene?
What's done is done it is too late,
One cannot simply change their fate.
Still I wish I had resisted,
my morals have become so twisted.

I stare up, and feel the rain,
It scarcely helps to ease my pain.
Who blessed me with this gift, this curse?
Carved my soul, made me perverse.
If only they all knew how,
what I've done haunts me now.
Or better yet known yesterday,
and saved me from being led astray.

It dawns on me I'm such a fool!
Nothing but a cruel man's tool.
For now I see what he has done,
destroyed my life and called it fun.
As I worry, pace and think,
It's clear that I am on the brink.
He knew just what his words would bring,
yet still he tied me to his string.
He tricked, fooled and betrayed me,
corrupted me with jealousy.

At last I feel the sweet release,
somberly I make my peace.
As the old me fades from sight,
I'm born anew into the night.
It's time to embrace my new life,
full of pain, sorrow and strife.
It seems the time has come at last,
to leave this place I am outcast.