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When I think of them, shortened lives
Filled with anxiety, depression, sacrifice
I wonder at their self-destructive survival
Once, each one, such an innocent child…
Never knowing that most would be cut short
By drugs, addictions, suicide – dark and twisted
Moments stirred with pride, vanity and egotism

When I remember their condensed lifetimes
Breathless, tortured, tormented and misshapen
Strewn together by dread, doubt and depression
All of the feelings that make sure we reject…
The beauty, the peace, the hope that eases fear
Fills our lives with kindness, acceptance and belief
Hues of sweetest grace, enthusiasm and elation

When I reconsider their lives, all their many alibis
Lost and lonely, their solitary moments, isolation
So great that it gave them chills instead of thrills
Emotional collapse, expressions of the darkest clouds
Brought to life by the presence of sin, the iniquity
Filled to the brim with obsessions, compulsion, need
For habits – alcohol, drugs, pills with all their miseries

When I ponder all their dreams, the hearts and souls
Who lived within, shadows of spirits who are so afraid
To listen to the silence or hear the solitude make a way
For prayer and praise, sanctification, the possibilities
Found in a faith far deeper than the narcissistic ways…
Futility, emptiness, all the vainness that abounds when 
God is ignored and pleasure is the soul purpose of one…

Who knows the wonder of His gifts, yet never seems to see
Entering the 27 club is an entrance into everlasting chaos
Instead of the everlasting peace that welcomes those who 
Know the One we call Jesus, the Savior, the Redeemer….
The light that shines in the darkness, the revelation of mercy
The sanctification and purpose of a lifetime filled with joy
Because of knowing Him, the One who silences every burden

Even though the 27 Club has been admired and applauded
There is little doubt that entering there, brings desolation
Sorrows that remind hearts of the dejection felt by those 
Who know denial and rejection, confusion and dismay, fears
And tears that leave the heart consumed by its breaking
Without even the slightest thought of a selfless awakening
To the needs of those who make life worth forsaking… death

	The enemy’s revival of brutality and malice
		Makes the 27 Club the club for self-destruction
			The club for those who question true love





the 27 club Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
August 28, 2022
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