SECRETS OF THE SOUL 5 - DUSTBINS
Dustbins
I seek the
secrets of the soul,
From the
dustbins of my mind,
As the
beggar continues to rummage
Through the
garbage cans, groping,
His hands
searching for the valuables,
Cardboard, tins
and plastic bags,
And some
left over eatables;
As the dogs
circle eagerly for the morsels,
The stench
from leftover sins pervade
Dig deep
and torment the hapless soul
As it tries
to purge itself of past indiscretion,
The ghost
really does not go away.
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