Midnight Confessions

I pour the blood

from my heart

 

This ink

This lead

These pixels

 

Resurrected in

the empty church

of my life

 

Briefly seen,

my life imagined

as I once saw it

 

Fleeting

the feelings

of my flesh,

the senses of

my being

 

I kneel

in the empty, fragrant

darkness

 

The small wooden window

that leads to where I toss my sins

like wedding rice

never opens

 

I say them

all the same

 

They pile

like decaying petals

at my feet

 

multi-hued

multi-faceted

radiant with putrescence

 

They smell of illicit love

drunken torture

anger and loneliness

rage and despair

 

I press them to my heart

to stop the bleeding

absolving myself

resolving never to do

these things again

 

 

And so the risen sun

forgives me

 

But I have chosen death.

Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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