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The Sin
by Mark MaxeyForgetting the past
As if it is a page ripped from the books
Torn from the view
And hid deep within
You dont ever mention it
For I would cringe if you did
A skeleton in a closet
Will rot with the lies Ive told
Worn as a suit Ive never sewn
With thread an needles it doesnt exist
But hidden away in a glass view window
A suit meant for no one
But kept in case I had to change
And when it did
I found it did not cling to me so well
But kept for I thought it would
The sin of the past
Can never catch up to the present
But in my mind
Its a race that never ends
05/05/2005 Posted on 05/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Mark Maxey
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/07/05 at 07:55 AM Mark, I like this sooooo much. The last stanza is especially powerful. Don't we all feel like this at some point in our lives? One small crit - S2, L4 - an = and? Good work! (as usual) ;-)
~Chelle~ |
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