Sin is like a leaking bucket,
squeaky at the edges from its broken limbs
and at the same time bleeding from within.

The pain is in and out,
but no one knows
cause you don’t shout.

Like the rest of us,
you don’t see yourself bleed.

Only the squeaking from the edges you hear,
but even that sounds like music to you.
© Erinma

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