My Foolish Heart
It innocently started with that libation:
that tingling, inebrious, joyful sensation.
My foolish heart acquiesced to the temptation.
An allergy or a genetic mutation
awakened my foolish heart.
I frequently fancied more fluid flirtations,
enjoying elixirs, expressing elation,
investing immensely in intoxication,
thus, firmly establishing future foundations,
entangling my foolish heart.
I fervently favored froth-filled fermentations,
gallantly guzzling by gradual gradations,
increased intake, saw inebrious inflation,
rarely reducing or restricting by rations,
addicting my foolish heart.
My continued consumption, clearly causation:
drunk and disorderly, receiving citations,
wound up in several unpleasant locations,
spending entire nights locked up for the duration,
imprisoning my foolish heart.
You would hope at this point in this woeful narration
that lessons were learned; there'd be de-escalation.
Consumption, instead, saw inflation, dilation,
impacting my ethic, my work occupation,
depressing my foolish heart.
There were serious impacts in my relations;
it should have been time for a complete starvation.
The tiger was prowling in full on predation,
dragging me helpless to infernal damnation,
devouring my foolish heart.
What happens next is described best as salvation;
It's been sixteen years now with total cessation.
See, Christ made me a totally new creation.
He gets all the credit, my standing ovation.
He gave me a brand new heart.
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*I would call this a monorhyme with the additional
feature that each stanza has a short refrain tail.
for the My Foolish Heart Poetry Contest
sponsored by Milt Hankins
written on 04/03/2022
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