Sin

My pen is bleeding again

It's been a while

Probably got away this time

It's slipping

And I didn't notice

I need to blot it out

Before it dries up

Will you help?

Here take this cup

And hold it firm

Whilst I fill it up

And watch you squirm

You tried

You tried harder

Than any of the others

I want to place my heart

In your hand

But I'll hold you close

Because you're still trying

To love me for who I am

To forget yourself

For what I need

I tidy up my thoughts

My head.

They're still a-wanderin'

Underneath my bed

The blood is rushing

I open the bottle up

I can still smell the sweet fragrance

Apple

And you drinking up

Last year

Memories rush up my nose

And flood my head

Coagulating my mind

In restless fervor

They're not dead

Death is merely a film

You pass through it

And reach the other side

Parts of you cling on

Like wet sand embracing your skin

Thoughts like love

Hang in the infinite

Like droplets

Frozen and luminous

Freedom

Frozen in a single drop

Not thin like a bubble

Dense

Like the feeling in your heart

When it bleeds

I can't seem to sleep tonight

Or yesterday

Or tomorrow

Their blood is in my face

I cannot wash it off my soul

My sons and daughters will uphold

It somewhere

And then someday

They won't sleep a night

Or three

And maybe

Just maybe

Their pens might bleed again

Trying to wash their father's sins

Can you help them up?

I didn't think so

But thank you

For today.