A Sinner's Cry

A Sinner's Cry

A Poem by Poussiere D'Ange
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A woman having an affair with a married man

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A Sinner's Cry

I really don’t know where we are going tonight

 

                              Is the darkness enough to hide our sins?

 

  The moon is glowing….                          

                           

                                       Too bright

               It’s blinding my sight

 

                              Can you stand it?

 

 

Somewhere amidst the naked trees

       Standing like veins against the night sky

 

I can hear you child crying

               He’s screaming………… 

                                   He is burning with fever

He wants his father

                   (Please you should go)

 

Your wife is so confused

                        She’s got her head in her hands

 

She is dying a slow death

                       Slow poison.

 

 

 

Baby I love you so

  But my head is spinning

 

In circles, and again in…..I don’t know what’s happening

                                 

   You were supposed to leave them

But you didn’t….or maybe

 

               You did.

 

 

My veins are blue with a criminal’s blood

                

                              (Your son is dying…….)

 

Oh I am such a sinner….

                      

   Your wife…..

 

No baby, go back

                               Can you hear me?

Yes you, go back

                    They need you

 

Stop looking at me with those eyes

 

           Stop please…..

 

     Please

 

I can’t……

              

                                    No…                     

© 2013 Poussiere D'Ange


Author's Note

Poussiere D'Ange
first time I wrote about affairs...what do you think?

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What pain, I think you did an incredible job of sharing these conflicting emotions. One little correction:

I can hear you child crying "yours" lol, I often make the same error.

maybe in his pain..."she" was his getaway, a place of refuge...maybe if the child was well...the affair would never have happened.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poussiere D'Ange

11 Years Ago

Thanks for helping with the typo. And yeah that could be a way to look at it too. Thank you so much .. read more
The typical cry of the sweet young girl who finds
herself in lust with a married man--- and she is
aware of his responsibilities at home---- guilt rides
her like a viscious stallion.
Terribly graphic, brilliantly written.
Thank you for an interesting read.
----- Eagle Cruagh

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poussiere D'Ange

11 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Mr Cruagh for that wonderful review. It means a lot:-):-):-D.

Eagle Cruagh

11 Years Ago

My great pleasure, Ms Dang`
---- Eagle
Interesting concept, love the mixed of different feelings in this one, from love to hate, pain, misery...great job

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poussiere D'Ange

11 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Nick:-):-):-D.
Great, I love how you laid out your poem. Keep it up.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poussiere D'Ange

11 Years Ago

Thank you so much:-):-):-D.
Already the second verse gave me this certain feeling. It's hard to describe.. But sometimes I get it at a calm night when I'm alone. In this mood I think I can see everything. I see the person you describe... I see her as a "sinner" and as a good girl, I can see her other sides.
Sorry, I hope this doesn't sound like absolute sh*t XD

I just think your poem is wonderful and I love poems that give me this certain feeling :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Poussiere D'Ange

11 Years Ago

The weird part is I get a similar feeling in calm nights. I feel sort of cold and lonely and i hear .. read more
Anna a. S.M.

11 Years Ago

Oh yes right, the voices :) Maybe they are the reason why I have the feeling I clearly see and know .. read more

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Tags: affair, infidelity, married, man, woman, love, wife, son, death, confused, poetry

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Hello there, I am a just a person, who can only breathe in the toxic truths of bitter reality, but cannot really breathe out the trauma it causes inside of me. I'm just a s.. more..

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