I saw the man I was supposed to be,
Biblical manhood at its epitome.
Although far ahead of me, it was attainable.
Through a God so easily accessible.
But time has shown I’m a fickle man.
Selfish, as only one who is covetous can.
Caught up in vain attempts for contentment.
Losing self in what I thought life meant.
The man I ought to be shrouded.
His morals and standards clouded.
I saw the man I was supposed to be.
Biblical manhood now misplaced by depravity.
A really personal poem. Vulnerability is part of emotive writing. How vulnerable are you willing to be in your own writing?