Sins Of My Body

*This is one of my most powerful pieces. I strongly caution readers this has very strong ideas, I could now only write of! poetic fanatic To readers, if you want inspiration from me, try another poem. To others, this will surprise you. I have the right to express a remnant of this experience. Sins To My Body Yes, I fear Great God above, the One, the only, I know of. Dark forces were all around, trapping me inside of myself. I was being slowly squeezed, feeling like I was going to die. Things, I brought upon myself, from my life's negligence of my body, I took for granted- In my living of a chaotic life, I'm guilty, the sins to my body. Pressing with obsessions, I went too far, way too far! Evil manifested itself in me, a stranger in my own mind, an entity, took and shook me. Mind, threatened to go crazy, My body, in continued torment, Death itself was less fearful, than the prophesy I envisioned. Satan made an offer in jest, "Come on over, be my guest", as echoes of a laughter said; "room for one more, step aboard". He lied, cleverly, to intrigue me, dangling the key to life's mystery. My curiosity tried to get me. Thankfully, I turned away... My spirit, terribly torn asunder, in pieces, I was so shattered. Because I abused my best asset, my complete being was tattered. The whole lousy world of illusion, had me in whirls of confusion, as voices caused me delusions. Pain, oh the pains that I know! And yet they still re-visit me. A breakdown was inevitable, I deceived myself each day. Compulsions became stronger, each day, worse, lasting longer- Then one day, occurring clearly, I saw what was critical to see- my God was waiting just for me, to petition for pardon and mercy. I, being HUMBLE and emptied, finally faced the music to be, freed from anchors of apathy, a ripped apart mind of agony and my body with its misery. Afterward, I was bequeathed, a renewed mind, seeing more, much over all than ever before, clear as glass and sharp as a tac, but my body, uneasiness comes back. That's ok, truly, I prefer this way, paying penance, sins to my body, than to have a confused, such a screwed up, beatened down mind. Thank You God, Christ, saving me... the oppressions of living, in insanity. Even now, the liar beckons his call, "Come on over and I can show it all". But now when this evil approaches, God does not allow his encroachments, I'm stronger now than I was ever before, "take your filthy cruelty away from my door". ***** Poetic Fanatic ***** Thomas F. Crumpler © 2,001 Nov. 19 People tell me there is no devil??? Written November 19th, 2001 © on Nov 19 2001 02:25 AM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 10