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
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