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