A short poem.

The epitome of conviction.

Just a poem I wrote.

Observing the conditions while I was doing time in county jail and how grown women act.

God gives me life through his love for me. Something that the devil does not give me; but, to destroy me. Even though I am a sinner, I walk with the father. So he will change me, for the devil has no such powers like Christ. For he wants my paths to be full of destruction and pain.

This is a short story about love and sin.

A journey is not a point but a process.

It’s been a macabre day today…

A poem.

I dedicate this to those who are tempted by lust to betray a lover’s trust when the lover has forgotten to look your way once more and show the love they have for you. This poem is about desire for love and when thing in life get in the way and you second guess if the love is still there and start to think about seeking it elsewhere. But my warning of this poem is this, secret trysts are not right. Speak to your lover and proclaim your feeling of neglect and desire…if dismissed it is up to you whether you will stay or go.