A Wasted Life

A Wasted Life



What of my life—
Does it remain wasted
upon the ruin of my own creation?
I did not consider how circumstance,
or what others call fate,
would dwell in me
like a weight within my soul,
causing life to sink into
the depths of a decayed abyss.

I have become victim…
to my own understanding,
tempting agreement with those
willing to set my course for me,
abandoning inherent knowledge
in search of ephemeral passions.

Time is fleeting—
no matter how I attempt
constraint of its passing.
Now, with each slowed moment,
realization of what I allowed
permeates my mind…
provides revelation to my heart.

For I have wasted my life…
with the temporary of this world,
and its void of promises unfulfilled.
Yet, what I once thought wasted,
becomes a sweet testimony of redemption
when I relinquish my soul to God.

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