Turbulence

Figure it out yourself....

Contemplating the consequences of my actions,
Desperately striving to see the line
Where guilt lays waiting like an embedded adversary.
Vile, sharp teeth threatening, patiently waiting,
biding time.
I acknowledge the misdemeanor,
Yet, the Dark Angel seduces me with a mere smile.
Ciphering the balance, still struggling to tip the scales,
Tethering between my hearts desires and my soul’s call.
Appeasing the addiction; succumbing to its relentless taunting and infinite demands.
Prenez votre temps. She says with a dubious grin.
I take the cup and shake the bones again.


                                John Patrick Moss
                                        7-8-2008