There is ... plenty
in this life I'm CERTAIN I've fallen short of
I'm in a constant action
of stretchin' and contractin'
I'm rubber bandin'
myself around an often too unattainable attempt at morality.
based in a rooted shaming
One part brimstone & fire
Old Testament torment / insatiable desire
an endless torrent
so sodom and gammora
I desecrate myself abhorrent
and the wreckage
on the gospel.
I'm 2 parts hostage
with a hint of Stockholm.
I've chosen every captor I've ever known
often with the belief that the power of my own LOVE
could HEAL my predator think we BOTH are enough.
I whirling dervish myself around the details of my dilemma
systemic & steeped in outdated moral construct
WHY should I be ethical in whom I choose to love ...
when all my RIGHTEOUS LOVE
has only served to HARM ME?