Within stirs a persistent bane
birthed while on her mother’s knee,
endorsed with fiery warnings
loudly proclaimed from weekly pulpit.
Now her bones grate
against the cushion
while the rhythmic cadence
of rocking chair
runners on hardwood
breaks the dim silence
as past misdoings reverberate
on the back walls of her mind.
Disquietude prompts obsessions
she endeavors to prove invalid.
Her desire to flee
from reminders of falsehoods
and fake passions
nags her endlessly
like unforgivable sins
haunt a cloistered sister.
Neither pleas nor prayers
quell her remorseful ruminations.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Within stirs a persistent bane
birthed while on her mother’s knee,
endorsed with fiery warnings
loudly proclaimed from weekly pulpit.
Now her bones grate
against the cushion
while the rhythmic cadence
of rocking chair
runners on hardwood
breaks the dim silence
as past misdoings reverberate
on the back walls of her mind.
Disquietude prompts obsessions
she endeavors to prove invalid.
Her desire to flee
from reminders of falsehoods
and fake passions
nags her endlessly
like unforgivable sins
haunt a cloistered sister.
Neither pleas nor prayers
quell her remorseful ruminations.
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