Afraid to loose

1 Corinthians 8:7 New King James Version (NKJV)7 However, there is not in everyone that knowledge; for some, with consciousness of the idol, until now eat it as a thing offered to an idol; and their conscience, being weak, is defiled.

 

Am I afraid to loose what I never had?

Is my time defined by what I want to gather?

Is to me temporal a timeless made-up bed

that depends on my mood and some matter?

 

Am I only able to give what is not really mine?

Can I only accept what has been taken from others?

Is not than the only difference between this vulture and a swine

when it comes down to feeding self and the rest not bothers?

 

The curse affected nature and formed character

The choice never theirs it just came their way

Only human nature is by much more by self infected

and totally geared upon that someone else should pay

 

Am I like a pot-belly pig fighting to fill my belly

never looking up and wallowing in the mud?

Using my ability to increase my pot of jelly

to fill my mind and heart with all kinds of crud?

 

Maybe a lot like the worm or a mole in prime time

digging deeper down to escape from the light

Oh! It is seen like danger interfering with the mind

that represents my greatest idol worthy of my fight

 

Jan Wienen

This poem is about: 
Me

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