Blocking The View Or My Shoes

It is so easy to lose control. We are just so sinful by nature and we always run to find something that will fill us up inside; instead of the Father’s love. The last few weeks, I have put a new vigo

Blocking The View Of My Shoes 

 a poem by Chris T.

Please pass me by with that piece of cake

For don’t you know I’m watching my weight

Just keep on going with that dessert cart

Don’t ask me to taste; please don’t you start

For I seem to struggle with things that are sweet

And chocolate makes me dance on my feet

Bringing quick joy to my appetite

And if I am allowed, I’ll take bite after bite

What’s this expansion behind my belt

A sluggish disposition is now being felt

My doctor cries “Stop eating yourself to death”

He acts like I am addicted to drugs, maybe Meth

Why can’t I stop wielding this fork

Shoveling bits of beef and pork

Making sure every entrée has bacon

Devouring every food that’s been taken

When did I lose self-control

I wonder if this method has taken its toll

The damage to me and to my overall state

Will my  gluttony cease before it’s too late

I’m having a hard time looking in the mirror

And the warnings could not be any clearer

Today is the day that I choose to lose

The lump that is blocking the view of my shoes