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A late confession

Date Written: September 2, 2017
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I was standing at the edge of silence,
Fighting against the tears.
I find myself wishing that it was a misguidance,
Every time I think about it, I am drowning with fears.

It was just a few hours ago,
When dad visited me in the hospital,
Saying goodbye as he goes,
But replied by a relentless innuendo.

The raindrop perched on the icy steel,
Holding all those subtle memories that we hold.
It reminds me how it started with the spiel,
And ends with loath.

Silent demons still crawling at such dusky night,
And I was still plea for one more second, moaning to redeem my contrite.

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