Something to say

Say

do not be as light as a whisper
when finding god in a thought.
the prayers unsaid as a heathen
is only oil towards fire.
hesitate your hearing,
remove the plugs from your mind
I won’t reiterate mistakes, I won’t
utter
the pain you cause me with words.
for your curses are imbibed in a ritual
that exacerbates nights in cold bed.
do not be as light as a whisper
when your tongue is without a course.
the confessional is made of wood
and a sinner is made for the grim-reaper

Ruddapoet