This Beast

My mind is starved,
no warmth to savour.
I’ll just inject a wine;
blood of my Savior.

A trick of the Devil
says there’s no hope
as my mood it sours
I spy an end of rope.

Kiss his cheek Christ
knows I’m as if a Judas.
Ponder choices I ask
if I get through this?

Quench me my soul,
in a saturated cloud,
revived I’ll not go back
to mistakes for now.

Uncaged I will sway
inclined by dark soul
of my beast it roams;
it calls me it controls.

Passive believer I left
many times my faith.
I reap a damaged past;
it shows on my face. 

What will you have me
do now you see blind
is my awareness for all
that which are crimes?

Dear heavenly father
will you please murder
this beast who’d take
me to a hell further.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. yazzeus says:

    This amazing and relatable. I too feel “stained” by my sins.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. JW says:

      My dear, I’ve known you on here for almost 3 years now. I don’t know you as one of your close friends might but I can say whatever sins you have you’re not alone. Thank you for saying that. You’ve made my day. 😊

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