Cryptic Confessions

Tarnished salt drops cascading,
Revealing cryptic confessions,
Four unsealed walls caving in,
Expressing few mendacity sins.

Father? Is it too late for saving?

Nerves pulsing through veins,
Heartbeat rapidly increasing,
Sweat dripping from foreheads,
Daunted by what's left unsaid.

Father? I'm afraid to tell you!

Secured lips swallowing pain,
Drifting words across to ears,
Stuttering truth through teeth,
Leaking disguises underneath.

Father? I can't say any more!

Anxiety bashing in her mind,
Forgetting to stop and breathe,
Clenching fists; holding tight,
Struggling to put up a fight.

Father? It hurts me too much!

Outbursts of tears flooding,
Drowning insecurities away,
Liberating sad emotions free,
Confessing sins from insanity.

Father? Am I now forgiven?

August 24th 2006
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