Overfed Heart

Too much of power, a bitter brew,
Turns kings to tyrants, hearts askew.
A crown that weighs, a soul that bleeds,
For power, unchecked, sows wicked seeds.

Laziness, soft as a whispered song,
Lures the strong, and steals them long.
Idle hands, once made to strive,
Now wither, hollow, barely alive.

Overfed hearts, overfilled plates,
Too much spoils what hunger creates.
The body groans, the spirit dulls,
In excess, the light of life it culls.

Drugs that twist the mind and soul,
Turn dreams to ashes, black as coal.
What once was sweet, now bitter lies,
The poison in the highs disguised.

Ego rises, vast and tall,
A gilded throne before the fall.
Blind ambition’s iron fist,
Grips the mind, twists its twist.

Fear and anger—embers fed—
Burn too bright, leave nothing but dread.
What once protected now confines,
A prison built by anxious minds.

The lesson etched in nature’s hand:
What’s more than needed scars the land.
For balance keeps the soul aligned,
While excess poisons heart and mind.