Vivacious Sin

Vivacious Sin short poem

Those were the delights.. I fail still to hide
The mere thoughts of liberty… I seldom mind
Those were the agony… Once breathed within the skin
That blissful hell… Where I might have been

Those were the delights… Still engraved within
Those are the delights of (my vivacious sin)

Alas, …. For man was born to constantly believe, and truthfully deceive
“a thought, a concept… A soul”
Yet…I… Unlike the rest; never fail to grieve… The Divine fall

Ever sought retribution from a desire… So vigorous and full of din
Those are the delights of (my vivacious sin)


Those were the nights… I fail still to detest
The vision that failed to stay… rushed In a haste
Those were the moments… When time withered in someone’s presence
And reason ceased to comprehend commonsense

Those were the delights of what might have been,
Those are the delights of one’s (vivacious sin)

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