Sin & Ruined

I was thinking about that word, ruined. About the different meanings it can have. I decided to use it as a title and then just started to write some my thoughts on it as a poem. The first one was relatively negative. I'd imagined something more positive and when I reread it later I decided to try again. The result is two poems because I couldn't make them come together. So I've changed the name of the first one to 'Sin', although they are both about Ruin.

Sin.

I’ve heard the stories
Seen the pictures on the walls
I’ve stood to watch as you fall from grace
Ruined, soiled, in need of repair
I’ve rushed off, left you hanging there
Joining in an age old strain
About a snake, a woman and some suffering
I’ve lived my life,
Failed the test,
And well, c’mon, you know the rest
I’ve touched and I’ve tasted
I’ve sneered and I’ve scorned
Ruined all of the garments
I was meant to have worn
Indulgent in nature
Suffering foolish neglect
The words of my mouth
Ensnare me in debt


Ruined


You have damaged me beyond repair
I am fallen, completely overwhelmed,
You have destroyed me,
I am ruined by the love you’ve given
Lost to all my desire for selfishness
I have fallen before you in my devastation
Take me in Lord,
Number me among your flock
And rent the veil that keeps me from you

Ruined, ruined by you,
I want to be ruined by you.
Destroyed and drove to distraction
In you alone I find satisfaction
In your eyes alone do I see hope
And so I cry out, I demand
That you ruin me.

Break my heart,
Tear down my foolish notions
Sear my eyes and scorch my ears
Until what you see is what I see
And what you hear is what I hear
Devastate my senses,
Rewire my brain; I want to think like you
So that every day I’m breathing
Every moment I’ll be seizing
Will be lived in fullness for you.


Cole.