The Voice Poem by ritwika raha
The Voice
The scent that invades
The deepest darkness,
It kills and expunges
The silent guilt,
A silent confession
To the inner walls
A sin that bred within
It grew and runneled down
A deluge of tears
A plethora of lies
On which I stood for days and years,
All faith blinded,
All hopes marred
When conscience spoke
At length…in peace
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4/24/2024 6:26:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
silent confession, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.