Shadow of Sin

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Redeeming oneself seems to be fiction.

Personal history lingers and creeps

for the nonce into the mind’s daily thoughts.

Pretending your transgressions don’t endure,

they are the shadows lurking behind you.

Mild words or images trigger the past,

pervading your life with unending pain,

slinging sordid sins back to the present.

There is no escape nor honest refuge;

absolution’s an allowance unseen.

I’m Not Okay, But I Hide that Fact

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