The Dementia Of Iyan Igma Not for Ages 3+

Semitism
by
Iyan Igma

I feel as Saul of Israel,
Though no one knows how far I fell.
At first it seemed that I was good and
Anointed by the Lord’s own hand.
I was once a goodie-two-shoes,
And certainly I could not lose.
My sanctimonious disguise
Was just the placenta of lies,
And I am filthy afterbirth.
I’ve left my mark, for what it’s worth,
Though it’s the mark of David, Saul,
Solomon and such who did fall
After being so highly blessed
And revered for their righteousness.
My lineage must be Hebrew
To betray God spite what I knew.
For knowledge certainly I had,
Since prayer and study made me glad.
I couldn’t err and I asked for
The directions I seek no more.
I was divinely chosen to
Fall for my own errors. Too
Late I’ve learned the error in
Making harsh vows and breaking
Them. I’ve fallen far from grace,
Landing flat upon my face.
It only takes a few things
To pluck off angelic wings
And throw you off track and down
Into the spiral to drown
In your iniquity. It
Only takes one small minute
When the vigil’s been dropped to
Condemn yourself through and through.
I should have controlled what I
Thought, and so prevented my
Actions. Then, I would be whole,
Yet I let my lusts cajole.
They say that it’s a mockery
To consider yourself guilty
After you’ve tried to repent.
I’m completely different,
Though I’m exactly the same
As I was before. My name
Bears no worthy epithet
To mark me. I can’t forget
What I’ve done. I’ve the same traits,
Which means misery awaits.
They say it takes but a few
Simple things to get you through
Dark moments and get you back,
Step by step, on the right track.
But I can’t fathom the cost
Of this, since faith I have lost.
My vines can’t climb the arbor.
My ship sank near the harbor.