Purity

Wrote this after a conversation with a friend last night. He gave me the idea for this, even though it's not actually what we were discussing.

I've asked Father for forgiveness
Angels atone for my sins
I've bled myself half dry
Trying to work my way back in

Hold my halo for me
Forgive me all my lies
Overlook the pain I've given
And let this shattered soul rise

Every morning when I wake up
And I've wiped the sleep from my eyes
Strawberry kisses
Scream from my wrists

Stain the sheet beneath me
Tears fall from my eyes
Free me from this prison
I’m trapped with all my lies

Hold my halo for me
Forgive me all my lies
Don't leave me here bleeding
Someone save me tonight

Reviews

[fireblossom]

This is a torment known to poets. Whether we bleed metaphorically or literally - we bleed. Most humans share conscience. All of us are imperfect. Such a situation develops internal pangs of guilt. Ignore the pangs at your peril. They are there to guide us and teach us.

Your poem paints a clear picture of the dilemma of being human. Well done Nicole.