Sin Itself Poem by Echo WalkerJacobs

Sin Itself

Some persons are afraid to say this word
They scowl to think of it
But its real, it’s all around us
Its sin!
How beautiful it is! How luring, pretending and captivating, as it draws us to do its will.
How do we fight it?
It’s staring us in the face every day
And we live with it
The brown eyes, the beautiful smile, the luscious lips, the dark skin you can’t help but want it.
How well is it canceled behind those shiny eyes?
Only the true heart knows every lie.
I am shivering just to type these words, my hands are freezing, yet I need to know how to fight it
How do I let the consumption end?
This fever!
Who feels it knows it
We pretend it’s not in us
We act as if it’s too good for us
Yet we are the ones must full of it
Believe me I see it.
As plain as my hand and foot. I can touch it
But I cannot get it off my back.
like a heavy burden it plagues me
Too good, to be true is its glory,
Contentment is its the yearning, calling to us
Yet we cannot pull away
Like crack convincing the brain to work like a clock
Tick! Tock!
is our time, the bell chimes and
we fail to realize how deep we have fallen in it
devoured but this we have no choice but the swallow and accept.
can we fight it
this sin.