The beautiful golden glow of the room
and the feeling of pure relief.
A memory unlike many others.
Staring into the glazed eyes of a confident
I am demanding my mind to remember that very moment
In my so-called incontinence,
I find no sin, as I’m told I’m supposed to.
Strangely, guilt is replaced with something different,
almost a sadness...
A sadness that a moment like that
may not come together quite the same way.
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Author:
Alex (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 3rd, 2017 22:15
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Alex, I have to assume you are talking about incontinence in the sense of Lack of moderation or self-control, especially related to sexual desire (Wikipedia). And believe me, NO moment will EVER come together quite the same way!
Very nicely penned, love that poem!
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