I sin, and I wonder, and then I collapse

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Oh, the shaded true colours,
What wonderment in scent and smell!

Oh the world one sees,
What a pragmatic choice:

What else can one do?
Not that burden: trusting
faith!

Let's take the burden off...
What man can do right!
Really, what a pathetic
case! In point, I must now
make it shake and deadly
break!

And I wonder and wait!
I know what now awaits!

I know the joy it brings,
To me, you, to others,
One flies on one's choice
Of broken flying ice!

And I fly, above,
I wonder, not shy!

And I wait and think,
And make a choice,
In point, I make!

... Yet you know my choice,
As though my God!

And I turn to you,
And in wonderment,

I as you to join me, surely
you would!
In this spiral down to
highest hades!

And great joy- I hope,
I want you to spur me on!

What a challenge not to sin,
Who is God, does He think himself God?

And now I cannot escape!
I've fallen into this trap,
All arrayed in shades
colour and smell,
In wonder and scent,
In much happiness,
So little spent!

What ease is sin, I ask,
Yet you no longer laugh!

I look at you now,
We've both been spurred on,
And in comfort I took,
That you also went on!

Yet now I look at you,
Whom I betrayed!

My eyes water, I ensnared,
Entrapped you!
By my sin, I've trapped all of now
What was once wonderful you, so good, so true!

I look at your eyes,
Crying, spurning tears!

And we wonder together,
What shall we do!

Why is it one should sin
with others,

But not spur on right... !

A true friend is this:
One who leads, when need,
And follows indeed,
And together does right!
And sometimes acts not
kind!

Both spur on right!

You know my sins,
You know quite well mine!

And...
I know your secrets!

So let's turn together,
Make everything right, right!


For when sin substitutes friendship, love, truth!
Things always are awry!