The Shadow of Guilt
Sonnet of Shadow.
Oh my dear God. I know I am guilty of such black sin
My soul is racked with grief at the very core of my being
I feel it dancing like nails on my wicked conscience
I stand here, silent. Knowing not if my accuser knows my face
I hear them coming...Pitchforks in hand. Metaphors they may be
But their words stab at my heart, rendering me cold and dead inside
They are judge, jury and executioner...the hangman's noose awaits
May this serve as my confession, written only to God and the angels
Oh, God. I hear them drawing nearer, so much closer now. Doomed
I close my eyes and pray. Give me one more chance, I will be good
I promise on my mother's grave and a stack of Bibles which I will buy
I feel the gush of wind as they run by me, I open my eyes...and lo!
They all rush past, pitchforks high and torches illuminating the night
Freedom...spared. I forget my promise. Dabbling in sin once more.
About the Creator
Antoni De'Leon
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content. (Helen Keller).
Tiffany, Dhar, JBaz, Rommie, Grz, Paul, Mike, Sid, NA, Michelle L, Caitlin, Sarah P. List unfinished.



Comments (11)
Song of the sinner. Wonderful. Congratulations on the TS
Great job, Antonio. No lessons have been learned. congrats on the TS.
I love this!
Stunning! Go on wit yo bad self AD! (pun intended) lol
Returning to congratulate you on your top story! I am happy to see that one of your sonnets got it.
OhMiGosh!. So you went right back to sinning. Ha ha ha. So that is how its done. Congrats on TS.
Could this be one that cover the crime and the punishment of whatever occurred. Good job.
From the cover image to your final word, there is such a heavy presence. That shadow of guilt is a tricky little bugger, and your portrayal is nothing short of outstanding.👏👏👏
Great writing! 😊 I wonder what they did.. to be spared and do it all over again. Hmm. I like reading this structure!
Heavy. I almost don’t have the words to explain the emotions I felt as I read this. I felt something strong inside. Like a pit in the gut. I felt doom was near. But then in the end I was spared and maybe I wasn’t even all that grateful for it. Outstanding writing, Antoni. You never cease to please.
A beautiful description of the human condition. We never learn, do we?