***The Sin Within***

The sky, so pure and bold,
the air, so damp and cold,
and me, the one to take it in,
to be cleansed of my hate within,
to no longer fear all that sin,
and cast it out, "what a shape I'm in..."

The sun, so low in the sky,
seems to find me and ask me "Why,
do you do the things you do? The pain,
which you inflicted, you cannot feign
ignorance of your responsibility in this."
And so, I ask "Are you my judge?
When I shot for the moon, did I miss?"
The answer never did come,
and one day I hope to have some,
of those answers come from within,
and be cleansed of all my sin.

-Me (Ty Davis)