The Apple Maggots

There she planted a young sapling in her garden.

Nurtured everyday with love and affection.

Thus it became a tree of shade and protection.

Over years its branches with fruit quite laden.

Softer ones and stem over decades harden.

Rosy apple hanging for everyone a temptation.

When plucked and a bite taken to expose inner situation.

Rotten to the core, my spirits sadden.

Such are conditions of heart that bear malice.

Eyes that roll over others possession.

Never content with theirs, bear spirits callous .

Just as diseased heart transports blood of infection,

So does mind molested with avarice

Remains forever under its target’s obsession.