Temptation

I am slipping;

Falling with no obstacles.

The temptations of things

I need not.

The allure of possessions

And the promise of comfort

Dance before me.

Social media, fans the flames of greed

Snap chat makes it worse;

Instagram with her sales

And Twitter with her fights.

The drought of money,

The allusion of content

Taunt me.

The whispers of escapades

Of money getting

By means not illegitimate

But avenues of defilement.

Drift to ears, willing and ready

Yearning to hear and learn tricks of how.

I am too naive

For these worldly ways.

But my mind wraps

Her filthy self in these thoughts

Of the dirty struggle.

To offer myself up

For the things I desire

But need not.

It is easier imagined

Than done.

I am slipping

And the hands of the root of evil.

Are grabbing

The cat calls

And vehicles of men unknown

Encourage.

I am slipping

With no obstacles.

And greed promises

The fall would be worth it.

Nkem Oyaghire