As My Heart Could Tell
NOCENTEM
(The plea of a repentant sinner)
In the dark behind a shuttered door
I cry and lament for my soul
I fear that when I breathe no more
My name is nowhere in the scroll.
I'd thrived my way to social heights
To the elite and classy throng
Pushing blindly that I might
Not well enough to get along.
Enslaved by lust or foul desires
My soul's vulnerable betimes
Except for the few that I admire,
Everyone is guilty of my crime.
To many whose lips I etched my kiss
Devoid of love but thrill;
Subdued by conscience' fatal quip
My future seems to fail.
I felt the guilt for breaking rules;
My spirit crashed and torn
To messy thoughts or sundry calls
Or by reasons quite unknown.
Amongst the whispers of the past
My castigated soul should stay;
Unless God's mercy would be cast
My soul could not be free.
Author: Jecon B. Nadela
Date & Time of writing:
February 22, 2015
9:43a.m. - 11:31a.m.
In the dark behind a shuttered door
I cry and lament for my soul
I fear that when I breathe no more
My name is nowhere in the scroll.
I'd thrived my way to social heights
To the elite and classy throng
Pushing blindly that I might
Not well enough to get along.
Enslaved by lust or foul desires
My soul's vulnerable betimes
Except for the few that I admire,
Everyone is guilty of my crime.
To many whose lips I etched my kiss
Devoid of love but thrill;
Subdued by conscience' fatal quip
My future seems to fail.
I felt the guilt for breaking rules;
My spirit crashed and torn
To messy thoughts or sundry calls
Or by reasons quite unknown.
Amongst the whispers of the past
My castigated soul should stay;
Unless God's mercy would be cast
My soul could not be free.
Author: Jecon B. Nadela
Date & Time of writing:
February 22, 2015
9:43a.m. - 11:31a.m.
