Absolution

Beware to all who enter

When they find your dirty deeds

Hidden in the salty dark

These old bones will break the silence

 

From treacherous waters

They washed up on the shore

No more waiting for absolution

For those who are dead are freed from sin

 

Like the ghosts that went before you

Silent secrets in a shallow grave

Unspoken, no identity,

No peace or dignity

 

Frozen into place

Crystalline eyes

Their rigid stares

Their choked cries

 

For years that passed

Unspoken and unseen

They lay hidden in the salty dark

His old bones will break the silence

 

From treacherous waters

He washed up on the shore

No longer waiting for absolution

For he who is dead is freed from sin

Reviews

[Zebra Black]

This poem leaves me at a crossroad somewhere between the dead being haunted by passed deeds and being freed by the stasis of death,,ie non being I guess I want the end of the poem to open me up instead if pondering your intent Having said that I found the structure of the poem entrancing

[Starling]

Thanks so much... this is the first time I published anything online and had anyone read and tell me their thoughts. It means a lot. I have to say I don't usually write with a specific intent - it tends to become clearer after. In this case I imagine that yes they find absolution for their deeds in death, but that does not erase whatever it is they did - the evidence and/or consequences are still present even after they themselves are gone.

[Zebra Black]

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[Starling]

Will check that out, thank you!