Desires of a Sinful Heart

Desires of a Sinful Heart


The valley lights they never fade

Yet darkness washes over me

Remote my place, His severed aid,

Removed me from the covered trees


The safety underneath His wing

The warning signs were loud and clear

Each night of black, the fire stings

Respawned in blaze in such nightmares


And my body poisoned with hate,

Gradually ceasing to endure,

Boundless worms have chosen to sate,

My soul charred in pieces obscured.


The Pits of Gehenna call forth

And confessors confess their sins

like the steady flame to a moth

the furnace burns their flapping wings


But the fire does not consume

It serves as an emblem of woe

Existing but in utter ruin

as slaves to act the endless show.


Instead of burning out we fade,

Away to unknowing, to life,

A life in quarantine’s sick shade,

Lacking the gratitude to thrive


The desires of a sinful heart

The demand for independence

Hinders choice, for God’s love to start,

by promoting nonattendance.


To destroy one’s ability

To love, to have joy, to know God

Sinful desire must trump willfully

And with outer darkness applaud.


This must be what one feels when they

Repudiate God and Heaven

Hell is the self-effacing way

One falls out of love with God’s beckon.


Paul Neglia
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

6 thoughts on “Desires of a Sinful Heart

    • April 28, 2017 at 1:30 PM

      Thank you so much Phyllis. Have a great weekend

  • April 29, 2017 at 1:47 AM

    A poignant work Paul with some great imagery and wordplay. How lost so many souls, in this world of limits; unseen the potential for an ascendant heart, and where love reaps life. Nicely done my friend.

    • April 29, 2017 at 2:27 PM

      Thank you so much my friend, there are so many interpretations of what hell is, this is just one of the many i imagine it to be like. Thank you again

  • June 22, 2017 at 1:32 AM

    A very vivid interpretation of what Hell may be like, Paul. I hope I never find out for myself. Well written.

  • July 30, 2017 at 10:49 PM

    Paul, this is profound, and filled with such depth. I really needed to ponder your poem carefully because your message is such an important “life or death” issue. Yes, The Good Lord gives us our own Free Will because this is what we want, yet in this freedom, we allow our desires to control and take leadership. The Lord weeps at our decisions. I am a sinner for sure. His Mercy and Faithfulness is Lifegiving. Your poem has such beautiful rhythm to it; for a moment, I almost found myself singing your words. Brilliant!


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