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Monday, October 4, 2010

My Sins

Alone in black ink night
My sins dance
In daylight colors
Through my brain

Growing tired of
Hiding in the desolate
Rooms of my soul
They flirt with my lips
Tempting me to confess

Veiled transgressions
Cast aside their
Covering to wink
At me with seductive
Promises that
Confession is freedom

Confusion fills me
To be unburdened
Would bring release
But with revelation
Comes agony
My night only getting darker

1 comments :

Prince Labiel said...

Hi Susie
I like the words 'black ink night' at the start got my attention, like the flow between dark and light and the metaphors for sadness and happy. i really like this poem to because its a topic everyone can understand and realize their not on their own. well that's just the way I saw it, nice work.

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