No matter how hard I try, <br />I cannot do as you want. <br />I am yours, <br />You are mine, <br />Yet <br />I live as if you don't exist. <br />My flesh consumes me. <br />I'm addicted to my sin. <br />You provide me with means to escape, <br />But <br />Either I'm too blind <br />Or too arrogant to escape. <br />Why is it that I find it so difficult to trust you. <br />Since the begining of time you have <br />Been here. <br />You have always shown yourself faithful <br />And keep your promises. <br />Promises of your omnipresence <br />Promises of my freedom from sin, <br />But <br />I neglect these promises <br />And continue in my debauchery. <br />What is wrong with me? <br /> <br />(7-13-06)<br /><br />R.M. Belcher<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whats-wrong-with-me/
