A Conversation With God
Today I killed a man, it is the worst sin.
It did not have to be, but the deed
was done.
The deed in which I altered his life, and the deed that altered mine.
Vehemence was overwhelming.
It clawed and dragged me into
A dark, dark, dark
abyss of grief.
One couldn’t think.
One couldn’t cry.
My apprehension was loric.
The mind empty
And soul, numb.
The sun rises, the light blinding my eyes.
My brain polluted with the actions of murder.
Consorting was a bygone practice,
I couldn’t do it anymore; I was ashamed to even speak.
My companions abandoned me, my family abandoned me, you had abandoned me.
I was stranded on an island with no way out.
Life went on.
The deed was over, and my mind wandered to other things.
The regret is strong with me, but that’s the price of a human soul.
I have lived a thousand lifetimes, this moment was one of them, but is that enough time to deserve forgiveness?
Copyright © Lukas Steiner | Year Posted 2022
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