Overdose

1 John 5:17 New King James Version (NKJV)

17 All unrighteousness is sin, and there is sin not leading to death.

 

Why do I feel hungry? I’m drinking from an empty cup

I should be filled to the brim with what it had to offer

Why am I not satisfied and not quickly getting up?

Opportunity awaits the good, the bad and the scoffer

 

Here a sign of the times – the good, the bad, the ugly

Give me a break my brother – I’m on a roll today

All will be well as I roll up and gently snuggle

Into the arms of comfort as someone else must pay

 

Floating in the sunshine on a cloud of nothingness

Empowered by an unwillingness to simply go and serve

Building my own temple founded on emptiness

Never realizing that I got my real deserve

 

Maybe I understand my lost comprehension

Maybe in my vagueness truth is exposed

Maybe all excuses are locked up in detention

That I composed in self and sin’s overdose

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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