dear sin

I can feel the sin
that's brimming within
beckoning for my arrival

It wants me to inhale
its own sensual living hell
and has no regard for my survival

In fact, it embraces me
with it's cold claws of steel
bending and warping how I want to feel
and I can't help to feel that this is not really real

It's turnining me into something I'm not
leaving me feeling not so very hot
about who I am and what I've got

Within its clutches and bony grasp
I crumble in front of it and half heartedly ask
"why me?"
"what for?"
and if I want to leave, may I use the door

or must I dig a tunnel through the grime on your floor?

In your living hell
I cannot stay
because your living hell
gets in my way

And so I will ask you once again
without fear of sounding like a freak
and I will wait not much longer
for the answer I seek

Because what happens when I don't have the answer-
what happens that I really dont want to have happen -
but will make certain will happen
if indeed it needs to happen

And you should know what will happen because you taught me so well
that I'll give you in return, your own living hell

So let me out-
don't hold me anymore-
just let me out
and let me leave through the door

My wrath will start at the count of four
and then you had better drop to your floor

While you're down there
smell all of your grime
and while you're down there
get drunk on the wine

The wine that I left for you
the wine that is poisoned
through and through

with the toxins of hate
I have been saving just for you

and now that you lay drunk on the floor
I shall step sofltly over you and use the front door

I will walk into my own reality
you will no longer have control over me

Except
possibly
when you beckon again - we'll have to wait and see

oh sin, my dear friend.
© 2007 Audrie

Reviews

[Valentine]

This one is well written and speaks in each line just what life is like for so many of the addicted today..great job on this one kiddo..lol and God bless..Kathie

[Coyote Poetry]

The temptation of sin can overtake our commonsense and natural wisdom. You wrote a powerful poem. I like to roam the night again. Too late for a old man. A powerful poem with a very good story. Thank you.
Coyote

[Pax Analog]

Wow. I trust you don't always associate sensuality with degradation.

I know one has to navigate according to what feels right.

Your poem is engaging and dramatic, and I end up wondering if it's about religiosity.

I think belief-oriented religion divides what is not divided, so it can install a politics of manipulation based on fear, uncertainty, anxiety. So I don't think much of definitions of "sin" coming from that quarter.

"Sin" does have another interesting definition, tho', one derived from the word root. Means "missing the mark." That gives it a Zen flavor, whereby one's distress is generated from simple lack of insight, not dispensed as a "no-no" by some parent in the sky.

You didn't lean heavily on a religious tone tho', so I'm just giving my two cents re the word "sin."

And you have a wry humorous tone at the end, "wait and see. . .oh sin, my dear friend," almost as if it were a cat and mouse game.

Cool poem to generate three flavors or calibrations of a single word, "sin."