Sense Sonnet - Acher

Choice Reminder

For years, I chose to medicate
Myself - my body, mind and soul.
To cover up my fear and hate,
I drugged and drank to keep that goal.
I knew that I was doing wrong,
But being right felt lost by God.
Satan sang me such a sweet song,
And I was willing to applaud.
The sweetness owned me as a slave,
And used me up till I was gone.
I begged for hope and God forgave,
Allowing me a fresh, new dawn.

I still can hear that soft, sweet voice,
Singing to me that same old choice.