A Sin in the End

Your soul is a fading scent.

Your likeness is a decaying façade.

All the lies that lead me to weep silently and the little deaths that I die inside made me think my existence is not worth all the pain I endure.

To say my days will never end, as the sun turns to ebony dust, till it lacks the light to show me the way home.

I can never win the internal struggle and  fall by the wayside without cause and although ages pass, uncounted, your spirit of light never did good but burned a hole through the center of me.

 

Although I can not recall your last appearance you are in my head, swirling around like fog caught upon the moor.

Clinging to itself, to the last memory of you like a scrap of nourishment for some sickly thing to knaw upon.

I have terrors in my thoughts and all you brought was suffering misery.

 

The last breath you took was rightly your first act of kindness.

 

I tried to hold you dear to my heart and thoughts but you sold my affection with affliction enough that bit by bit I see beyond the constrains of my heart and the real you that presents itself is nothing pleasant to countenance. And now at the ceremony of my end I will not go down silently those paths of oblivion.

 

I am the untouchable, unbodied thought of the beginning.

May mercy fall upon on me.

And a sin to right the wrong in the end.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This is so amazing. A goose flesh giver for sure.

[Raymond Federle]

Thank you Kl. :)

[Robbie~xoxo~]

The anger flows through every line... I felt the pain underneath abrasive words...

They say, "there is a fine line between love and hate"... I believe this piece stands on that line...

To forgive, may release the suffering ghost within... just a thought...

Well expressed write, Raymond.~xoxo~