10-06-07

  my apologies stinging
into a wound left open
I prayed into a stillness standing
that I could hold on to
a sympathetic tear.

  but that also faded
into the colors turning red tonight
clouds covering my impurity
so no one would know of how I've sinned
until the next Sunday Morning Service
when I repented my Sins to the Priest
who said, "I could never be forgiven;
of what I've done!"

  the crying sang a song
of a heart ache torn in two
few the words spoken
left only unanswered questions
of a guilt and a shame
that only blamed me
as the Devil smiled at me once again.

  sleep crept up on me
and so a Death's wish past me
as I dreamed
I tried not to take it for granted
the opportunity of a suicide that
let the sadness surround me
I begged it into a silent wonder
that never touched my heart.
ever.

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