Sin Eater

  I'm breathing the worlds sin,

can't take much more of this,

in such a stubborn world I crawl to meet ends beginning,

I only wish to be solid,

it seems every touch moves through me.

  Have I really become a shadow of the past,

can this spirit touch the sky again,

or am I bound to this earth forever walking,

wishing for a place to call home,

somewhere I can go without the worries and pain.

  Clawing my way back,

through the trenches of life,

a straight line down no mans land,

missing that star leading the way.

  They call me the sin eater,

one that lives holding the pain inside,

hiding in the shadows,

a mannequin to fate.

Author's Note

I wrote this poem November of 2007.