Burden of Sin
These preconceived notions have dulled my sense,
For I have mistaken the present for a past tense.
Trapped between that which has and that which is to be,
I can no longer trust myself to accurately see.
I don't see where I truly stand,
For I am overcome by the thoughts of prior land.
A past littered in pain and lies,
Which has abolished all form of worldly ties.
I lay here in total seclusion,
A victim of my own institution.
The daily sight of blood reminds me that I'm still alive,
For I am consumed by this relentlessly destructive strive.
I want to embrace the good which remains,
Though I am not sure how much good my soul retains.
If only I could accept what has been,
I could relinquish this burden of sin.
I suppose the past is gone and there's no looking back,
I just wish there wasn't so much that I lack.
I haven't had as much as a single kiss,
And there are so many other things that I miss.
Well for now I'm present and that's a plus,
I may even be able to make a bit of a fuss.
With some effort I will try to close the gates of hell,
Putting an end to this wicked spell.
Copyright © David Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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