I found comfort in another man’s bed
from his willing and beautiful wife.
I disgraced the people I love.
One moment of weakness no man can admit to.
My goddess will not be forgiving or kind to a man like me, if I am a man at all.
I must do what has been done for centuries among my people.
My blood must lie upon my brother’s sword.
Only then will the goddess cleanse my filthy soul and sinful skin.
A woman kneels beside me.
I do not deserve her presence, but yet she is there.
Her beauty is a blessing upon me.
She does not cry for to part with me is not sorrowful of any kind.
She is proud for I have taken my punishment with honor.
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Parting From My Sins
PoetryA poem about a man who cheats on his wife. He died to wash away his sins from himself. A woman who forgives him as he dies. Cover by misplacedbeauty
