Poem: Dark Sin

In the darkness of my mind,
a fragrance from an ancient time,
there was this hope I used to find…
and gone again, only my crime,
that thing which severs me from Him,
that comes between with wicked grin—
a loss as like a missing limb—
all I can see, my dreadful sin.

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