The Serpent Of Forgotten Sins

The serpent of forgotten sins

creeps up my neck

in the dark of night

whispering

‘Remember when…’

I climb further up the Tree of Life

‘I left that behind 20 years ago’

I cry.

But the serpent

Always has a way

Of catching up to you.

It’s tied around my tailbone

It’s whispering again

‘Wouldn’t it be fun?…’

‘No, not really.’

‘I just want to

Sit under this tree

Till time stops

And I enter eternity

Or enlightenment

Whichever comes first

You can have my guilt, Serpent,

I’m supping deep

On Innocence.’

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