Evil, Oh Lord [villanelle] Poem by David N. Munene

It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
Your goodness is perfect and enough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way

You chose and made each and every day
That I may enjoy this life that seems rough
It is I oh dear Lord that turned away

In my quest for freedom's elusive ray
I dug my very tomb in grounds tough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way

I chose to be good only when I would pray
Sinking into moths-infested and rotting tuff
It is I oh dear Lord that turned away

Shame has become my mate of play
Fiddling with my life like a Cartesian graph
No wonder Hell stands in my very way

Now I will come back to never run astray
Evil won't crash me like cigar stuff
It is I oh Lord that turned away
No wonder Hell stands in my very way