I wrote these lines while riding the bus back home from classes when I was in college. I remember it vividly for some reason. It was a sunny day but I took the bus to campus instead of riding my bike. It took about 25 min to get to and from campus so from time to time I would write poems while riding the bus.
Those were simpler times. The only portable electronic device I had was a portable CD player. No cellphone, no laptop to lug around. Ipads and Ipods didn't exist yet, maybe Ipods did, but I didn't have one at the time. I didn't have a car yet, just a bike. The internet was there, but no Facebook or other social media type distractions. That's not to say there weren't distractions, it was just a bit different at the beginning of the new millennium.
AABA style poems fit the state my mind was in at the time. I was grasping at simple truths and these are what came out of my head at the time while on that bus. They aren't meant to create a full narrative, just six seperate AABA poems that have similar thematic elements. The beauty though is in their simplicity
Foundation for sins
From pride it begins
Leading to death
And the enemy wins
Sin is bait
Evil is hate
Deceiving my mind
Until it’s too late
Sink or swim
Alone I can’t win
My only hope
Is trusting in him
I've missed the mark
My soul needs a spark
To light my path
And see through the dark
Please restore my soul
Burn my lips with coal
My body is broken
The beatings take their toll
To no longer abide
And think suicide
When life is a gift
Is it yours to decide?
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