The Confession
You defiled me on our marriage bed for the last time. Statue-still I stood in a puddle of your sapphire tears. The distant chill of death was near. Not guilty by reasons of insanity I did protest. As the time passed and the year grew ancient thoughts of you fell further from my mind. Purgatory found me, I raised my hands above my head and said, "I am guilty, but I will not apologize. I have forgotten, but I shall not forgive. Forgive me father for I am weak and I have sinned." A dam of tears burst from my eyes as waves of peace washed over my soul. A soft, deep voice arose and said, "I forgive you, my child." Written October 3rd, 2001 © on Oct 03 2001 07:46 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"You defiled me on our marriage bed..."