Abel, Cain, Paul

In the beginning we were like Abel

Able to do the right things

Then our nails were full of flesh

From scratching the backs of our every foe

Then, we became Cain

Jealous, stubborn, stormy: Hurricane

We rolled off mountains like the avalanche

And had conversations with the rich man: Lazarus

We begged for a drop of water, perhaps some oxygen

We danced with werewolves and vampires

As twilight became our only hope

Our roses withered and the thorns blossomed

Our desires became king; lust and endless want

We lived everyday dying

Innocence was gold: our hearts were cold

Our tears were red; our sweats, cold

Molten in our veins, hell in our eyes

We were lost; we were finished

Alas! We are like Paul

Free from ourselves, free indeed; redeemed

 

Author's Note

Probably the darkest thing I've ever written.....

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many places and journeys in a life. Some decision leave us in good or bad places. The poem open the door to great thoughts. I believe every action good and bad we will pay for. Better to walk with kindness and leave the negative behind. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

I appreciate your allusion and the imagery used to depict the genesis of human problem. Well done.

[Leslie Philibert]

Like very work based on the bible or classical themes. This is well written.

[kingblaq]

Most men lose their way and plunge into a world of darkness n misery, but some of us gets saved at last.
I love the comparism to bible characters in this piece, it was 'on point'
I like your imagination, bro. WRITE ON!