Sin – a poem about……….
Spirit adorned in black descends upon me consuming my fragile and worthless mind forcing me to repent from within.
Hours spent listening to sermons failed to heal my tattered soul raising more questions than answers I’m seduced by the serpent once more.
Holy Mother why do you let me bleed? why didn’t you embrace me to your bosom? tending to my shattered bones left feeling broken and in pain alone.
Now I know the answer cryptically shared via unfulfillment left behind by the Holy Father to wallow in this world of Sin.