Linda M. Crate- Three Poems

the folly of pride

 

white wine swirled in glasses

intoxicated by the flesh of pretty girls

drunk on sin holding onto life without

a hope or dream of something better -

you fell into the snare of the world that

told you that your corruption was fine

and even normal yet that was a lie;

your fruit has rotted on the vine

the waters of your life colder than ice

your heart pierced with woe not entirely

belonging to you, the only one that can

save you is one that you've forsaken

His wisdom and love will give your life

direction, but like a blind man that

doesn't know any better you push away the

goodness that could be yours in full -

once you were a pillar of strength

you stood tall and proud as Sampson

yet one day you fell like the walls of Jericho;

if only you could turn from your

transgressions and shine bright again

as sun star, but instead you choose to

drown in your folly and chains

all you have to do is reach for the

Savior's hand, but you're too proud

instead you'll be consumed by rivers of flames.

 

remembering me

 

once you bore your soul before me

I did not know how to respond

for I'd never met someone as blunt

and painfully honest as you were -

lost in the corpse of myself I tried

hard to pull out of the seas of my

own introspection and understand what

exactly it was that you laid before me;

catching my breath I stole upon my 

wings and flew away, but don't worry

my dearest wolf I'll return to you when

I can remember the pieces of my own

fragmented soul scattered by the wind.

 

your words

 

your words cut like razors when you pierced me with

them I did not deflect them on my shield for I knew

not that you'd be the one that turned against me;

once you knew the curve of my body and the touch of

my lips yet you refuse to think of me kindly you

regard me with such flaming hatred that I can hardly

stand to breathe, once you were a man of understanding

and peace now you're just a shadow of your former self

turned bitter and stale once your kind heart turned

blacker than the ashes of hell and just as cold as the coldest

winter to unfurl her frigid wings upon the sloping land.