Sin

Fumbling in the darkness,
Through this small, constricted cylinder,
My limbs hardly able to stretch,
I reach out, slithering to break free.

The light at the tunnel,
So distant, it seems
To be mocking me,
Taunting my dark and twisted soul.

My skin is scrapped raw,
But I carry on, on and on.
Blood, my blood is pooling,
Streaming downwards, down down down.

I carry on, my last strength fading,
My back, scrapped till the meat is showing.
The grains of sand, stuck,
Like unforgiving burdens upon me.

My sins have thus confined me,
In the place I loath most.
I must break free, break away break away.
Or I will be no more, scrapped away scrapped away.

Melissa Tan
4Grace