Narrow Is The Way
Forsaking The Crowd
How come the things I truly hate, I still commit to do
Those sinful things I’ve put away yet keep returning to
Each day I’m like a prisoner who’s simply marking time
A warrior with rusted armor, years beyond his prime
Bustling is the road man travels, good and bad alike
Treacherous the journey if the wolves begin to strike
Soon, and very soon, there’ll be a fork within the road
Decision time arrives as all the senses overload
Most people take the wider road where light submits to dark
But me, I want a different way, there’s virtue in my heart
My adversary’s busy, saying nothing as he speaks
Spiritually accusing, through my weaknesses he seeps
Impulsiveness is cancerous, attacking healthy cells
And unarrested thoughts are drawn from foul polluted wells
Destructive is the guilt that’s masquerading in the night
To reason only seems to blur the lines of wrong and right
My faith is all I have and all I have I gave to God
This God of second chances doesn’t care how bad I’m flawed
Temptation’s my addiction but it didn’t win today
Convicted, I forsook the “world” and chose the narrow way
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
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Impulsiveness is definitely cancerous and I have it, lol. Loved your poem!
Very true! I’m so thankful for Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior - our narrow way.