Unhoy Alter

This unholy alter where I confess my sins… but I don’t know where they end, not even when it begins… these sins stick to me like a million pins… so much that my head spins.

My soul is being pulled by Satan… he has put all his weight in… knows where my pain originated in… knows the answers to straighten it; like braces are to teeth… covering me from danger like myelin sheath. 

I haven’t been to church in a long time… this unholy alter keeps passing me by…but if I send a prayer it may be considered a crime… I speak these words but yet my voice is on mute like a mime… this maybe a tree I’m unable to climb. Now I under why Adam and Eve took the apple from the tree… they wanted a taste of what it meant to be free. 

Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

If I had better brains I would read more of your writing faster. I love it. I had a tumor vision is bad some days. I love your writing format thought- it's honest.

[NelliKong]

Thank you so much. Take all the time you need to read. I enjoy the fact that you read any of my poems at all.