A Buried Sin

My shoes are sodden carrying with them the debris of the trees

 

Sticking to the soles, other leaves scatter with the motion of the breeze

 

My shovel sinks into the earth; my effort goes into making this hole

 

To bury a life, a life I stole.

 

 

I peer down into its depth, and with a thud it is halfway done

 

With the proof of something that should never have begun

 

The crumbling hole masks her auburn hair

 

To bury a sin beyond repair.

 

 

And with each shovel of dirt that builds up hiding her away

 

Keeps the secret with her, just waiting to decay

 

The chains that bind me to her will eventually fade

 

That’s why I bury the pain, the pain we made.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

wow! This is quite powerful. The imagery is vivid, the message strong.....the musicality could be tweaked here and there, for it's a bit wonky, but overall, it's absolutely fantastic! Well done!

[zainul]

You have written an epic piece
To bury for her and your peace