Between Scylla and Charybdis
Torn and tempest tossed
Steering straight I cannot
How narrow is that line
To keep me safe between
The devil and the deep blue sea
Too easy it is to stray on
To the primrose path
Where live in wait deadly dangers
To drag us deep or devour
So tempting is that siren song
Which I find hard to resist
And I fear the clashing rocks
In sailing the strait and narrow channel
Where turbulence of mind seethes
to draw us in its drift
Into the depths of drugs
Or make us succumb
To the pleasures of the flesh
Wearying for moments
Climaxing in ecstasy but draining
Our mental vigour,emptied
And shorn of true meaning.
When caught between
The act and its intent.
Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2020
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