The Tocsin
I lay in troubled sleepThe tocsin sounds
I feel the weight of error
The tocsin sounds
I sense the edge of loss
The tocsin sounds
I hear the moans
Of those I've damaged
The tocsin sounds
I recall the lives I've taken
The Tocsin sounds
I feel the anguish of my sins
The tocsin sounds
In fearful desperation I cry
To a long lost God
The tocsin sounds
I hear the answer
Forgiven
Blessed silence
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2019-08-26 at 02:46
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