Sin


Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.’ H. G. Wells

 

I told you I can not be your love
to respect whom, who owns all my limbs
to be his with my flesh and my thoughts
to be as God wants and likes I be

I’ve no doubt and it’s true; I’m aware
that my path is as my reason knows
My poor heart is a little thing as
a child caged in a dark alien box

I’m sure that I can not be your love
above all in this shocking sweet dream
where I’m pixel’s mess in form of cat,
looking for closeness, hugs and surprise

It is so, yet then why
I’m upset when you chat
with another girl here, tenderness
sharing around you two
while you smile?

My weak heart is both wish and desire.
It mistakes
truth and dream, black and white, light and dark.
Jealousy whispers me that I’m wrong
thinking to control my wish alone

I’m not able to do what I want
when I see truth I do something else
I’m not able to love without love.
I need God, to be love to my Love

 

Thinking of a friend, SL, Milkwood, October, 11th 2020

2 comments on “Sin

  1. Solfrid Kemi says:

    NICE POEM 🙂

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s