Mistaken Gospel Truth Rigour Poem by John Sensele

When in this wicked world
My peace of mind suffers cardiac arrest
Curled, hurled, unfurled
To wolves whose snarl can't rest

Until my courage they tear
Bringing my citadel to its knees
In my heart they dare
To inject fear, plunging my vision into seas

So deep my courage can't swim
Broken and forsaken
In a whim
Badly mistaken

On my wobbly knees I bend
Asking God why
My precious dreams flounder, to somehow end
Up in a teary cry

Torn to shreds
Stillborn
Battered on wanton beds
Teeming with scorn

Driven by envy and jealousy
In circumstances where complicity and duplicity
Know no mercy
In my vicinity

I shake my head, proclaiming 'Devil, you're a liar'
Plucking up courage with renewed vigour
To steer the focus of my thoughts clear
Of the illusion that mistakenly I believed held the Gospel truth rigour.