Guilty, And He Knew Why

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Guilty, And He Knew Why

The priest did not sleep well
that night,
he thought of hell,
and he mentally walked away from God’s light,
he felt the flame burn,
unable to sleep,
he tossed and turned
as the angels would weep,
he just couldn’t get comfortable,
as visions of Jesus falling off the cross
filled his head,
faith tossed,
the priest wasn’t dying,
but he felt the dead,
he wasn’t insane,
but he was in danger,
and in so much pain,
when he awoke,
he was covered in sweat,
his hair a mess,
and the sheet was clinging to his chest,
mind tipped, crucifix ripped,
and he wasn’t concentrating,
he felt as if he were suffocating,
he called out God’s name in the darkness,
God did not reply,
the priest would no longer try,
he’d just cry,
guilty, and he knew why.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

Atanacio’s Poems (43)

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In A Cool, Dry Place 0
Masking Her Fate 2
Complete The Beasts 0
Souls Sang 2
Guilty, And He Knew Why 0
Eyes Smoldering 0
Quiet The Cries 0
A Slim Figure Rising 0
He Sensed Defeat 0
Calm Passed 0
Marched Briskly 0
Trinity Sunday 1
He Stood In The Shadows 0
Familiar Stranger 0
Ocean Air 0
Earthbound 1
Into Glazed Eyes 0
Proof Of God 1
Peculiar Brush With Death 0
State Rested 0
No Sign Of Regret 0
First Kiss 0
Asphyxiation 0
Condemnation 1
Her Emotions Were Mummified 1
No Kingdom Come 1
Deck Red 0
God's Eyes, Grim 1
Floated To Heaven On A Dream 0
Nothing More Than A Dream 0
A Flamboyant Amber 0
Life Fell Prey 0
Emotions Sift 0
The Silence Was Unnerving 0
Die... 0
This Game 0
Only A Voice Mail 0
A Flamboyant Amber 2
Soft Kisses 1
Ghost Shook Her Head 1
Exhilarating Freedom 0
Muted Chatter 0
Putting Death On Hold 1