Inescapable

Reminiscence of my sin initiates repentance;
It imitates the semblance of innocence.

I try to deny my primal desires,
And imply the fire inside has died.

I make haste to erase this hated face,
And replace the trace with untainted space.

You can fool a few, but if you do, too soon,
The new will cool and truth moves into view.

We can leave our beaten street and seek to flee,
But even if we deem to succeed,

Our thoughts--unconscious or not--are brought along;
The common denominator is always following.

The trouble uncovered is rough; we’ve suffered enough, blundering above,
The other lover we discover: to be covered six feet under.

Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

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