Sin as Consequence or fate

Sometimes the world can seat your desire,
And bend itself to meet your needs,
But the same seat can also dampen your fire,
And dagger your heart and make it bleed.

We live in a world that doesn’t seem to anticipate,
Our thoughts and actions are all at once unique,
But have you ever wondered of such a thing as fate,
Or ever envisaged a future quite as stark or bleak?

My pen doesn’t attach itself to any Lord or God,
It’s driven by the curiosity of what creation will make,
But that doesn’t mean that my hands are free,
Or that the devil himself does not create.

What dwells within me must surely be mine alone,
Yet have my thoughts never been repeated in the annals of time?
For what stirs my heart is beyond wood and stone,
Yet what lies within me is only flesh and bone.

I wish that some feelings would hang close to my soul,
Yet each one fails to fall beneath my toughened skin,
At night my eyes widen as if they see something glow,
But the candle is always wilted as a consequence of sin.

Darkimagination (P D Dawson)