Sins Poem by Tyler Anhorn

Sins



From light to dark.
My soul holds tight.
Falling into the Oblivion.
Feeling hands trying to pull me free.

But this captured soul.
Won't let me free.
Squeezing.
Ripping.
Tearing.
The pain of millions.

Feeling my body going into pieces.
But my soul stays here.
Screaming for help.
But I shead my skin.
For all my Sins.
And become clean once more.

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