NOT ANYMORE WASTED
Wasted because of addiction that did grievously smite
My life had been futile around vices, holding me tight
Crushed badly, agonizing to become whole --- day and night
Oh, I needed help to be freed from such malady's fatal bite...
Tortured by addiction, tormenting me for escape flight
Gripped against frustration-failure sight
Downtrodden whenever carnality pursued vain spite
Oh, I felt so barren along fruitlessness’ blight...
Anxious due to addiction, bringing guilt-fright
Tormented by worthless' mocking slight
Enveloped around unbelief midst skeptical insight
Oh, I just wanted to vanish away toward oblivion's sprite…
I thank God for His compassionate* might
Now, my faith sees miracles’ delight
Winning over battle against addiction to do what’s right
Hoisted by divine grace to march along love and light...
As a warrior conquering failure toward triumphant height
My commitment drives me to build lives upon optimism-site
Courageously propelling me against destructive fight
Empowered for reaching-out, propped by prayer-plight.
*Lamentations 3:22 It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
September 4, 2024
Response to Glenn Hughes' "Wasted Again"
10th place, "Glenn Hughes" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Robert James Liguori; judged on 10/10/2024
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2024
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