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You, Lover of all Faith

by Emily Masterson

A gentle touch, a simple moment, a powerful thought, a memorable action. Into the depths behind the closed doors. There open. Warmth floods gushing, pouring, raining, radiating through my bones. Flowing into another, communicating. Cold intertwined warmth and confusion. Tempted to pull deeper, to push away. Sucked, absorbed, attracted, melting together like crayons under a magnifying glass. The air thins and the darkness, the dizziness, grows. A step closer. The door creaks. A step back your mind wonders. A run forward you are trapped. A battle already lost, but won. A birth yet an end. The intro yet the conclusion. Something unique. A picture developing from spilled paint. I've fallen. You, trapper of temptation. You, gentle attacks. Raging desire instilled by the purest soul. A white flower now covered in blood forever unclean. Taken and trapped and broken. Shattered glass and pieces of shards. Unforgiven from above or is it I? Such a gift, such a curse. Passion and desire emanating from its pores. Once a beauty, an ugly duckling, a beautiful convinced swan. Blinded by the light, but invisible in the darkness. Why such complication? Why such a hunter? Never a winner. When hunted, you fear. When hunting you conquer and trap em behind closed doors. On the animals- the weak- you feed. Filling the empty cup with blood. Only the foolish become vampires. Filling the emptiness with blood. Redness covers you, tucks you in. I don't know. You, trapper of temptation. I don't know. No sight no vision and no key. I can't know. If I knew. If only I knew. I can't. But I can't. Trapper of temptation. I can't. Slither slither slither. In the darkness were in invisible. In the light were blind. So slither slithers slither. Fly. Fly. Because I can't. Open, Open, Open. I am stuck. I am trapped. Open Open Open. Slither slither. Open. I've fallen. Where?? Catch me! Catch me! Hunt me. Feed me. Use me. Feed on me. Catch me! I've fallen. Fool! I don't know. I think there is an end. You'll catch me trapper of temptation. You'll catch me, I don't know. GET ME OUT!!! DON'T LET ME GO!!!!! Tempt me, for I don't know. Trap me, for I don't know. Tell me, for I wanna know! Lies, you Lion, you foolish trapper. Truth be told. Truth. Honesty. Loyalty. I don't know. Warm, so warm. Pull me in, pull me in. Sensations. Goosebumps. Gentle touch, simple moments, powerful thoughts, memorable actions. Pull me in, Pull me in. Manipulations or Righteousness! Hope, faith. The medicine for the ill. For I don't know…. Faith in it. Trust in it? I do, I do. You lover of all faith. Carry me. Be my shadow when I'm blind. Be my light when I am lost. Be my gentle touch, be my simple moment, be my powerful thought, be my memorable action. My Door Is Open. Please forgive me.

Matthew 7:12; KJV "Therefore all things
whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them:
for this is the law and the prophets."

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