He notices the universe,
dreary in her eyes
but alluring none-the-less
He knows she's dangerous,
doesn't want more
than a one night stand at best
He wants to help her,
knows he can if she'll allow
and leave his heart at rest
But she's already drawing him in
with her melancholy eyes
and flimsy promises in sweat
Wine blurs his vision and logic
he's entangled, ensnared,
desiring pleasures of the flesh
Heavy, drunken eyelids struggle
to open, focus in the morn
and realize how deep this mess
She's already gone and he knows,
where she is now
is any body's guess
He knows he's done wrong by her,
he needs help now
not "Doctor" but "Father, please bless."
Author notes
He's somewhat of a religious man, but not yet strong enough in spirit to resist the lure of lust. He knows she's sad and wants to help her, but she's stronger than his will. He's wounded, hurt, not physically, but in spirit. He doesn't need a doctor, he needs God's and the sad lady's forgiveness.
Written May 23rd, 2005
A contest entry
- Response Poetry by Saraphina.
400 points, ended May 29, 2005, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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It is, in fact, a lit like Proverbs 7. I had to go back and re-read it, but I hadn't noticed the similarity before. Thank you for the comment!
God bless.
~Faile~ -
Now this is cool. It reminds me of Proverbs 7 a little bit. Not exactly like it, but the general idea of it. It's a joy to read poems that include God in them. I like them the best. Take care and keep up the works.
God bless,
Jake -
This captures the sadness of the situation quite nicely, but the rhyme scheme seems a little forced at the end. Thanks so much for entering!
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