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Catholic Guilt

Poetry By: Chris Gerard

More from the dark side, thoughts when feeling particularly low and ashamed - thankfully, as with everything, a temporary state of affairs.

Submitted:Apr 12, 2012    Reads: 54    Comments: 13    Likes: 4   

If I were blind, I'd never find

The things that light my life:

My mother's face, the human race

The dawn and sunset skies

I'd only hear the ocean's roar

The mountains I would see no more

The forests an elusive memory

Ten thousand children every day

And pretty girls could pass my way

Their shining faces I'd no longer see

Yet though I shrink from such a plight

Such dark and everlasting night

One thought would help to ease my misery:

If the windows to my soul were closed

I'd be entitled to suppose

From the world and all its vice I'd be released

I don't believe the blind don't sin

Don't sometimes lie, or cheat to win

So what I say applies to only me:

Desire enters through the eyes

And sin grows out of those desires

So gently close my eyes and set me free.


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