Deceit

I gave form to a part of my soul…….
I wrote my heart out…..
Content being my dormant goal……..

I wrote……I wrote…I wrote……
Which at the end became…..
My baby……
My signature prose……

I cared not for the pitch dark outside….
And cared not for the dogs that howled…..

I cared not for the spookiness of the night…..
I cared only to bare my soul…….

And when after giving the finishing touches,
I pressed the key to my salvation………

I lost my baby to the infinite space.
My heart cried out being desperate…

The net had snatched my baby away…….
In a most distressfully deceitful way…….

First it raped me till it had its fill…….
And then left hurriedly…….
With the consequence of its sin……………