Yesterday

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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.

 

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 3rd, 2017 22:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    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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