Enabler

As my actions come around to haunt me

I am immersed in self thought

How am I to anticipate my future

I couldn't possibly undestand my understanding

That I could be pushed, challanged to feel this regret

To want to barry myself below ground

Let the earth consume me and all that I have done

 

Sick sick sick sick seductive choice

 

Illnesses I am wrought with

 

Sin, I am thy enabler.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Hi heido,

An interesting piece. "sick, sick, sick, sick seductive choice...Sin, I am thy enabler."

Yes, we feel this way sometimes, but why? I guess it is disappointment in what we do. But are these our standards, or those of others? I wonder. If it is truly our own standards, then the "illness" is deep. However I think it is too often the artificial standards of others. An interesting poem.

Best regards,

Rick

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Anger, distress and decisions. I like the flow and the style of your writing. You always make me think. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[capn_bribri]

i like it flow is lacking but just a little but over all its great