A sin so small

West winds whip across my face,
Frosts from fences passed fall in my wake,
I kick a can across the street,
It rolls around this rogue’s retreat,
Silver strips of smoke smother the skies.

Echoes everywhere I expend,
Haunting hollow homes with sad regret,
Murmured memories mix in,
Lifting long lost lies within,
Tripping in my throat, tightening my ties.

Varied voices verify,
The truth tied taut to timeless lies,
But beliefs behold boring over views,
Yet yonder yowls yearn me to you.

I walk a lonely and lost avenue,
Where I dare not dream of nothing new,
Each thought in my brain,
Is a lie by your claims,
I’m on a street with no name,
But it’s not over ‘til I’m six feet through.

Is there anything to say to change your mind?
When I locate a saint who listens to my sombre complaints,
Then maybe I can find my way back home.

And I won’t look back.

I’ve no faith to hold onto,
And no one thinks a word I say is true,
I screwed up once and now here I am,
And to be fair, I don’t give a damn.

I walk a lonely and lost avenue,
Where I dare not dream of nothing new,
Each thought in my brain,
Is a lie by your claims,
I’m on a street with no name,
But it’s not over ‘til I’m six feet through.

And falling on my feet, I
Feel, like
Somethings never change.
And never forced down to my knees, I
Know, why
I’m to blame.