Confessional Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Woody
POTD Placed 8 out of 11 placements with 35 entries. Final days of truth approach I'm haunted by the tragedy of living, remembering what an ignorant fool I was indulging only in passive pleasures of a world that is full of lies. I bow my head and on my humble knees I cross a rainbow bridge, Search for a sweet blessing of love and find a sweet serenity. I hear a strange whisper, A mumbling prayer of love. It's strange that such an invocation should ease my penitent pain. For if old flowers their petals shed, then there is hope for me since I'll shed all my transgressions, acquire new virtuous leaves and pray to the Almighty that He'll forgive my sins.
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