The Repentance That Never Comes

The repentance that never comes. 
A poem by him. 

I can only enjoy the rain. 
Rain drowns the silence. 
I’m afraid of the silence. 
The silence is when they come. 
They’re after my actions and inactions. 
But I think they hide, and they can only move in fear.
Hide in the drowned silence. 
Hide in a crowd formed by their pathetic presences like prey. 
Hide in the idea of judgment, fate, and justice.
The rain doesn’t come, not when I hunt them.  
And when they hope that I die in a fire.
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Agustin Avatar
October 6, 2023 at 8:05 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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