These Sins
Free Verse Poem — A Life of No Redemption

I line up sins examine their labels give up my attachment to pleasure, ambition. Signs: A Progress of the Soul, Summer Solstice, Poem 3, Signs ~Margaret Gibson
My sins are lined up like paper dolls they have no feet — they cannot run and with no mouths, they cannot plead
Sins always come back to haunt me — I’ve been living with a hundred ghosts Tortured and tormented every night How I long for deliverance To bathe away these sins, to wash myself clean To give up all attachments and start over again But there is no grace for me No settling of my immoral deeds This is my purgatory — a lifetime in the making
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Loose Words,💜POM💜 , Illumination, The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Blue Insights, a Few Words, and Tempest in Under 1000