At first it was soft and slow
A faint rhythm in the distance
I know I was wrong
And the drums played on and on
Then I did it again
My greed without a voice to prove
But my mind, in secret, constant
Maybe it was the melody of evil
At last the song was overwhelming
I could not escape the sound
My sin had turned colossal
And the drum boomed louder over me
I fell down on my knees
My heart without beat
I knew I was wrong
The song would have to stop
Deep within me darkness turned
Forgiven at the turn of hope
I admit I was wrong
Silence kept and Redemption won
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The Cehkluj - a collection of poems
PoetryThese 12 poems have been written to change your life. You will find a very different take on even the most ordinary subjects. Read and don't stop.