Lure of the Flesh

Lure of the Flesh

My eyes slowly open
To a room
Of torn and ragged tapestry
Around me
Moaning and sobbing
Evades the silence
The smell of evil
Penetrates the morning air
My feelings are devoid of sensation
Hopelessness blocks my vision
Like you I was born a child of God
With my own uniqueness and purpose
Why then have I been poisoned
Imprisoned in a land of the free
Where the lure of the flesh
Is the price of death
I fight influences
I do not understand
My circumstances
I cannot control
I thirst for purity
But my soul
Has been raped and beaten
I am left without family
Forced to unknown destinations
It matters not I cry
It’s the drug
That makes me high

Roy L. Nave
September, 2020

I want to dig deep into the soul of America, what's left of it, before her sheep goes off the cliff.