Do you recall who I am?
Does the past connect precious joints of time?
Changing faces in the course of bad habits.
I command you to kneel.
Kneel Down before your own sins and all you’re worthless guilt.
No room for compassion now.
What price are you willing to pay for a crisp, clear conscience?
The most expensive of wasteland won’t hide all the demons inside,
That sweet blue mattress thrust of lust will cure
your every ailment.
Cover up, my love
Take your comforter of carefully stitched
illusions and cover up both sides of your wretched mouth.
When given the choice will you swallow all
your pride or will you chew me up and
spit me out?
Time for atonement.
©Timothy Grassan / Purple Night Poetry