Self-imposed busy signal
Every time I commit a crime, I do twice.
I separate with a busy signal
Self-imposed by selfish me:
Never praying, as if there isn’t anyone up there.
I will not let Him appear.
The rebellious pain sears my face again
as water rolls down dripping from my chin.
I want to begin. . . and begin. . . and begin. . .
Will I ever master my lust and arrogance
Or continue to taint my cerebrum with wicked incense?
I will win with more of You
Asking for my daily food
and less of me in me which is fine
because I desire more You in my design.
Author Note: feeling lonely? are you rebelling? its your own fault then. been there, done that.
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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