Hold of Dark

Grubby, knuckled hands
Catch me by the sleeve and hold me so it hurts
Like they are gripping my skin.
One little sin, an angry word, a small fib
And snatch!
And how the dark holds on.
I struggle, twisting from the truth,
Pretending I am free. Avoiding the pain.
Only a fool ignores their assaulter
Only a fool like me. And dark holds on
Till I turn and admit, and repent
And make things right again.

The End

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