Secrecy and salvation,

rarely one in the same.

We seek pleasure where 

we ought not to, purge 

clandestine thoughts into 

ears we should not trust;

because we are where

we shouldn’t be. 

Unknowingly, 

we will cry tomorrow 

for the sins of today. 

Once a habit, it is their way.

Now. How many times 

have you forgiven someone, 

even yourself?

Do you not remember, or

even notice, words wasted

in spite of it all.

Tell me about pain,

it’s been years since I have 

even noticed how it feels 

to feel like that.

I cannot know relief, not

like I used to. Sadly,

it remains a secret.

 

© 2024 j.g. lewis