The Jaws Of Life

The Jaws Of Life prose poem

Photo by Two Roses

So you thought you were the stuff, rough, tuff, couldn’t get enough. Wheeling, dealing, even stealing, trying to get rid of that low feeling. Wanting to be rich but there’s a hitch, it’s a straight bitch, you’ve run into a glitch. So you switch, turn counterfeit, writing bad checks, waring a Bolex, even try selling sex, loose all respect. Now with your new found friends, smoking lots of dope, drinking expensive gin. Hangin, slagin, even start bangin, falling deeper into sin, knowing, you could either wind up dead or end up in the pen.

Still you don’t give in. Keep hangin tuff, life calls your bluff, wind up in handcuffs, turn into a creampuff. Don’t know how you came through, go back to being the same old you, find yourself in another bind cause you’re not paying attention to the warning signs. You keep jiving and conniving, walking a very thin line. Continuing to kick it on up, until you run out of luck, spent your last buck, now you are stuck lick Chuck.

Now you want to turn the page but you have become a slave, all that mess is no longer fun, say I’m going to change, easier said than done. Geeking tweeking, bon’t know what you’re seeking. Skinning, grinning always loosing never winning. Then at yourself you take a good look and you can clearly see, you’ve been hooked, get so tired of feeling depraved, just can’t shake that crave, ask where will it end, in the grave… SLAVE.

Then you hear the voice of change, which you ignore, again you score, find yourself back on the floor, can’t take it any more. So you look to the sky, ask Lord, why me, because you are your best friend and your worst enemy and this why you have a Saviour to set you free.

Finally, you start to wake and listen at last cause you have found, a hard head, do make a soft ass. In order to live right, you must fight the good fight and you won’t be devoured by the Jaws Of Life. So the next time you hear that voice in your head but you do what you want to do instead, then find yourself falling and falling… Stop Stonewalling, GOD’S Calling.

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Milton Robertson

Milton Robertson

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of

Addition – Life Through Others

Addition   Life Through Others short poem

Addiction to harmless Is accepted Addiction to harmful Is not advisable Addiction is submission Which involves Imaginations Addition is Pollution Which involves Revolution Addition is attraction Which involves Affection Addition is a fiction Which involves Correction Addition is a caution


Life short poem

Have You Ever Felt Like You Were Curse, Because No Matter What You Did, Things Was Just Getting Worse? Have You Ever Been So Depressed, That You Wanted To Die, Just To Get Away From Your Stress? Have You Ever

Running Your Marathon Called Life

Running Your Marathon Called Life ballad

When you first began life’s marathon, were you courageous from the start? When you stood there at the starting line, were you committed head and heart? Must you believe you’ll achieve your goals, from the moment you begin? Must you

Scarlet Life Runs Dry

Scarlet Life Runs Dry short poem

Sound dances on the wind The scarlet life that runs through our body Bitter to the smell Sweet to the taste The lifeline that doesn’t make any of us humans much different A beauty that’s capable of sending chills down

Life Cycle

Life Cycle short poem

I rouse from the lap of ocean.. rose up down now and than… flew on on the wings of clouds.. walk play and commit many fouls… Collide with mighty mountains.. feeling cavalier..without any pain… a sudden my tears rushing down