The Chase

The Chase 

 

There lingers this intense, insatiable desire

I am drawn to a fountain to quench my parched earth

Here, where given birth, felt the ultimate high: a hyperfixation

It gnaws at me to return to that effervescent fountain where I luxuriated

 

I was designed to pursue you as every fiber of my being aggressed

I tasted and saw that you are better than good, sweeter than honey

I am no good when not addicted to love, to worship, to life 

Yet, once predestined to live eternally, an obstacle reared its ugly head

 

I am wretched, no good for another efflux resides in me

Who shall deliver me from its baleful presence, a body of death 

My predilection for addiction pursued even when I attempted to turn away 

Constantly longing to dwell on one good thing, vain in the hope of finding 


Like all that was delivered, still, hopefully, waiting to be delivered 

Only to find that I'm not alone on this path driven by who I am

What I was made for can only be satisfied by returning to my Center 

My truth now revealed, vulnerable to it, I humbly lay at One's Feet

 

In me, this wretched man trapped in a barren land

In here, there dwells no good thing at hand

To flee from your presence is my demand 

Hell and the grave here at my command

Chris G Peters

Poet

Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.