Sinners in Ignorance

How can you repent sins that you are ignorant of?

Ignorance of sins committed from joy and love.

To the devout and saintly, these transgressions are plain as day,

But those surrounded by heathens will not have that much to say.

Some sinners convince others of their grace and virtuousness,

Those who believe these words stay content, because ignorance is bliss.

 

To those who wake from their blissful dreams

whose reality starts to tear apart at the seams.

As they look back at the aftermath

Of all the hurt that has because of them amassed

A shock will run down their spine

A shock that doesn’t go away with time.

 

To live in blissful ignorance

or a catatonic indifference

 

To live absentminded of the horror

or knowingly in Sodom and Gomorrah.

Courage

If I had the courage to step into the night

I would have seen the stars long ago.

This flickering lamp has lost its will to fight

And now its light speaks to me in Morse code.

To say I could decipher its message would be a lie.

At best I can guess its intent as I wait for it to die.

 

The truth is, I am a terrible coward.

A sinner of vast proportions who painted himself a saint.

Walled off in a lonely tower of my design.

“Why did they leave me here?” Is now my constant complaint.

Now I dwell only on these stars

Who in my sleep request to hear my memoirs.

 

But I am still afraid

To step past the line

and into the fade

I tell myself that I will be fine

But in this tower I will deteriorate

Until my memories no longer hold this weight.