Take Take Take

A poem about how so many things in life promise so much and look so attractive but they are pain and emptiness cunningly disguised. Furthermore, they actually TAKE life.
Rom 6:23, Prov 12:28, Eph 6:13-14.

 

 

 

Feel hungover.
I drank at the well of the world and got a sore belly.

This water
TAKES life.

To the left and to the right, comforts?
Variety available
TAKING
your fancy; indulge, be free, let yourself go, let your guard down, enjoy says your name.
She calls, she sells, she insists,
demands.
Smooth, mesmerising with fingers beckoning gently world-ward.

Where do I turn when I need something? Need succouring?
Turn aside, turn away, turn down?
The attraction, the drawing,
Turning your head? Turn in…to what?
Scarlet beauty veiling
deepest
dis-ease
death’s ugly
scales, scares, sores stench.
Black as sin, evil’s visage.
Hooded.
Sin’s person paying wages printed with death, covered in pain, covered in
TAKE.
TAKE away,
draw away, draw down,
pull away, pull down,

TAKE TAKE TAKE.

Market stalls you, stalls of vanity,
TAKE leave of your senses,
TAKEN out,
TAKEN down-
Grabbing
Groping
Gripping
Gorging

STAND.

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