Death throes

 Here’s today’s poem. It’s called:

Death throes 

I  remember what the throes are like 

I know how slavery felt 

My old self still sits on the shelf 

Curious if his card'll be dealt 

I have the choice, I can deal him in 

I can ply him with food and drink 

If I make him stronger he can live longer 

Why would I is what I think 

My one desire is to starve my old self 

Live in the present, today 

Do away with the member, 'cause I can remember 

Words that the slave would say.

Romans 6:6

For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin —