The Sin Of Forgetting Poem by guillermo veloso

The Sin Of Forgetting



Dylan called grief the thief of time
But it is time stealing the urgent
Pain of grief that leaves
A poor facsimile in its place
Time has slipped away with
The bone-raw moment
When all is clear
When all is laid bare
And now
My grief like marsh water, sits
Still, fetid
In need of a cleansing rain to
Strip it naked and
Scour it of the
Sin of forgetting

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: forget
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