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Click hereI could live up to promises
or I could only pretend to,
either way there will be regrets
as I lay atop white sheets
and take my final breath.
I could seek out a priest,
but I’m not so sure he wouldn’t crawl into bed with me
if I asked him to.
I keep looking for answers in black and white
but have only found muted circles
of orgies and virginity
clouded into one.
Surely fate will have its way with me
as I dream of silver linings
instead of gray, dull regret
on the day I rest my muddled head
and let out my final breath.
is clearly hindsights forgivness..... I've missed you curious, and came back for some 'wordplay'. Once again your depth portrays the soul within... sGp
and i've seen a cathartic release in many of your poems. i may have mentioned that you should submit to zines. in any case keep it up. strong write here.....don
Start submitting your work to ezines/magazines if you haven't already. It's time! You're good!
Dressed in white
On white sheets she lay
We sent for the priest
But she sent him away
She’d had enough
And let us know
Of everyone else’s way
She had her own way to go
She left in a breath
We said “good for her!”
While we acted out of love
We see how sorry we were
regrets keep us traveling on the wheel of life...I forget...anyway ..always a silver lining ...to find it is a gift..nice pen...blue