Penance
Walking this sod trodden path
Heart in my mouth;cross on my shoulder
To that place where remission thou art
Where I could pour out my heart.
Shoulder cross;heavy boulder
I string up like a soldier
Walking to a court martial
Knowing a verdict to be partial
Ran my race like a lion
Never giving up and brave
Aiming for that plush seat in zion
Was all my heart could ever crave
Everything I gave;nothing I saved
Even after all this oratory
Home is always purgatory.
Copyright © Etooluwa Atere | Year Posted 2014
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