i was careless with feelings
in my youth –
wolfing from bed to bed
only staying long enough to
get what i relished,
receding into ink-black nights
like a haunting, feeling guilty
but rationalizing
great bonfire in my belly
overbearing urges that were insatiable,
until a red-haired woman tore me down,
dared to pierce my shoddy shell
leaving me in ruins
tears hotly flowing from
reddened cheeks – speak
to me, am i forgiven for this?
or do these sins follow me like
overcast skies
a karma that prevents my entry to paradise –
gates slammed shut
me, stranded above a rain cloud
riding a crystal-white thunderbolt
down into solid cement
a million miles below
(Photo by Sagar Chaudhray on Unsplash)
