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.
I drank at the well of the world and got a sore belly.
To the left and to the right, comforts?
your fancy; indulge, be free, let yourself go, let your guard down, enjoy says your name.
She calls, she sells, she insists,
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
scales, scares, sores stench.
Black as sin, evil’s visage.
Sin’s person paying wages printed with death, covered in pain, covered in
draw away, draw down,
pull away, pull down,
TAKE TAKE TAKE.
Market stalls you, stalls of vanity,
TAKE leave of your senses,