Confess

A piece of my yearning

was lost to the churning

sound of a life laid bare

inside the confessional.

Seated beside a lost pirate

of the human race,

stealing unwitting souls

selling my skull and bones

to the undertaker for the

price of my wretched sins.

A reprieve for my soul?

Well, at least, that's what

he promised to me.

I had my doubts and

left him fingering his rosary.

confession

◄ Labyrinthine thoughts

Turning my back ►

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 7th Sep 2019 09:03

Thank you so much to everyone for the likes.

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