Sit
I'm sitting alone in silent,
Silent as in my surrounding,
It seems like nothing else are breathing,
Breathing apart from myself,
As I fall,
I fall down on the bench,
A bench that is hard as the wooden plank,
It seems to crack,
Crack due to my weight,
Weight that I thought before was as light as feather,
But perhaps with those sin,
Those sin that I've made before throughout my life,
Regained the weight that I could never feel,
Sit,
I'm still sitting here alone,
Alone in silent,
With a melancholy heart plead,
Pleading to be forgiven,
But how can a sin ever be unwritten.
Silent Writer,
Scarlet Storm.
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