It surely would then seem…
there’s still so much left to redeem
from a life lived on a razor edge,
tearing apart every single pledge.
Every promise I dared to make,
each one cracked like porcelain fake,
and every lie I’ve yet to tell,
draining ink from my inkwell.
While I while away another night,
engaged in another futile write,
hoping my words might somehow seduce,
praying that they might finally produce.
Perhaps to pen some lying truth,
confess beyond the confession booth,
leave more than just a fleeting trace
of all the atonement I must face.
Spill every secret I still hide,
every sin I’ve safely denied,
sealed within this penned-up rage,
waiting for a more forgiving age.
Another great poem. Your consistency is unmatched.
Thanks so much… appreciate your support… trying to settle in this new home…
Powerfully penned, LDF. A great spill my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I really felt this deareast poet and perfect meter and word choices they conveyed your feelings perfectly 💕
I forgot from DUP how eloquently you write!