The Spirit Within


Sifter of noble conduct
and judge of the dead,
the spirit came to dye the day.
He whispers when you hide,
raises you up in elation,
feeding your inner hunger:
lust, pride, and gluttony.
You crave for more;
you hoard everything
and show them when someone claps.
The spirit will either push you down
or toss you up.
Keep right.

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Key Words : Spirit, crave, right

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This poem talks about our human tendencies. The first tendency is to be judgmental not only to ourselves, but also to others. The second tendency is the keeping of bad and showing of best stories. And the last is the tendency to focus our attention to what satisfies us.