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.
Copyright © Marc Os | Year Posted 2023
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