Losing Him Poem by Fortune Abraham

I woke up this morning
With stings of my reward from the future
Fatefully grilled in torment and confusing pain
Condemning my sojourn to pleasure unending.

When did I fall so deep?
Alas! It must be when I assumed grace for opportunities
Or when I accepted my body language as the best judgment
Bang! When I decided to experience how down my fall could feel

Infallible was my image of me
Until I realized I could lose him for nothing
My soul, out casted by the diminishing stench of my sins
Even my dreams would a make better damage

I greed no more to stride atop
Or to pride in grace consumption
But to breathe the dusty breeze of normalcy
And to live in fear of losing him, my soul.