Sunday 28 June 2015

Sin, that vile drip slowly posioing my soul

Sin, that vile drip slowly posioing my soul
Always bitter sweet, never yeilding a honeyed note
But crass, inane, gross like a man living in rotten sewers.
Green pastures, righteousness beckons me,
But sins dwelling, inhabited since my blithe youth
A monstrous hold; Freedom!
But held like Samson under Philistine chains.

K.Oni

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