Garrett Bass Poet Rhyme

Sin

Lo, do I grasp with my wretched fingers,
Onto where my heart it still lingers,
Tendrils hold as though a parasite,
With it's life causes my blight,
Even withered it does not die,
For its mother hears its cry,
Nurturing back to good health,
Yet it is I who have dealth,
Suttle thoughts fuel the proliferation,
Making death its instrumentation,
Rest from it comes with the welcome of dirt,
To a place where the heart shall not hurt.

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Beata Agustin August 14, 2026 at 12:43 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed. Garrett Bass August 27, 2026 at 6:21 PM Thank you Beata for your kind words and loving verse. I leave you with a bit of an epistle by Paul, For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. — Romans 7:19-20

Alesia Leach May 31, 2025 at 5:17 PM Garrett, this is beautifully grim--like a confession spoken through candle smoke. “Tendrils hold as though a parasite” is such a vivid, unsettling image, and the way sin is treated as something both nurtured and endured feels deeply poetic. There’s a tragic elegance in the rhyme, especially that closing line--“where the heart shall not hurt.” Haunting and powerful work. Garrett Bass August 27, 2026 at 6:17 PM Alesia, thank you as always for your motivating words! It is always nice to her your perspective!