RANDOM SIN

RANDOM SIN

 

The back door smarts.

It pours and pours ….

Twisted knots in gyration,

Hapless, remain seated on bowl.

No energy to start an enquiry.

In my silent prayer:

All I care is to end suffering.

Plead for mercy, promises temperance,

Radiate love and kindness to the guts.

The battle continues unabated.

Replenish the water, throw in some carbon.

Lie listless in my soiled bed,

Stare at the bare ceiling,

Peer at the sky, seeking to find answers,

Messages display among the clouds or wind.

In moment of weaknesses, beg for forgiveness.

Gluttony is indeed a sin: repent.

Now and then, then and now ….

It provides some small pleasure in life.

Comforter, don’t take them all away.

 

 

 

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