A Begging Sinner

Grazed knees

press against

numbing marble tiles,

my head pushed forcefully to the floor

by a shame more powerful than gravity.

My tongue tying itself in knots,

confessing my sins

hundreds of times,

but you please yourself

watching me suffer

tears streaming

down my humiliated cheeks.

Before you

I remain kneeled

repeatedly begging

for your forgiveness,

as you are the only place

that my soul calls home.

~

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This poem was inspired by the Daily Prompt: Confess

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