Poem: Rejuvenation

a bucketful of sin
in a smaller bucket of torture
and in both
sits regret.

stirred up all nice like,
and no one noticed
how easily it was
to pile up the sin.

the willpower to deny
the urges
is fierce but not
fierce enough.

the slippery slope,
up and down,
creating new moves,
searching for a new home.

the door is closed
to change
and forgetting about honor
has become the norm.

a false promise
within a fake answer,
don't repeat
what you don't know.

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