A Sonnet On Sin
Most times I do the
things I know are wrongs
Most times I cleave to
deeds of scarlet night
I bless and curse; these
things I do in tongues
Too dark and strange, I
know not wrong from
right.
I call upon my tears to
cloak my state
They slowly heed but
overflow in vain
Thus sad, I wish upon a
lock on Fate
Thus sad, I wish upon
this torrent's wane.
As wolves in burning
chase of gentle deers
I scout the farthest
corner-swamps to hide
I'm hunted strong by
stormy winds of fears
Wherefore my breathing
seeks a chaste-confide.
The deeds I considered a
harmless whole
These deeds are melted-
sharp and wound my
soul.
Copyright © Mustapha Mosi Gomina | Year Posted 2013
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