My soul reeks of agony
agony of a sinful past.
my thoughts are blinded by Sin.
sins inborn in my soul
my dreams thrive on faith alone
my being hopes for cleansing
this guilt overshadows
all i've lived for.
I am hunted
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Sojourner
PoetryWe won't journey on forever. Someday, our dreams will cease to exist. But I believe that fantasy turns to reality- when we learn to submit- at our breaking point. We need to wake up. We can't live in fantasy