Out of Quicksand of Sin
You walked addicted on the sordid quicksand
as gripping as the demons of sin could ever be,
sink in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss,
wrapped in the despicable layers of disdain.
The wounds of evil slashed the moral essence
where you had tried long in vain to never dig
the grave for the soul slain by the stab of sin,
for you drowned contrite in the sea of woes.
Purity of sunrise ignited candle of hope in you,
couldn’t abstain from facing kindled conscience
that lighted up the dark alley of introspection,
you reached self-illumed horizon of discernment.
Your identity drained of the vile slime of turpitude
by innuendo of self-proclaimed sense of sagacity,
reaching the lit fringe of life you didn’t remember,
you’d ever walked on the ground of sinned sands.
August : 20, 2019
Contest : Eight Word Challenge
Sponsor : Emile Pinet
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