Tissue didn't clean up the mess Part THREE
Latest update The memory is quite vivid; How I got entangled in these webs of lust This despicable act has a genesis Its revelation feels like a dream world away. Twelve years and counting, I've hoped to stop Finally! No more! Then an uglier head comes up No one has ever found out But I've let few people in, regrettably. They try so hard to hide their disappoinment I could see right through them. The unseen gasps and screams of surprise: No one would have thought... they thought Normal for all lads your age...they said. Spiritual, moral, so-so...they wondered How could he, the preacher...they whispered. Since everyone sympathises with a survivor, I lay emphasis on it being a practice of the past, Stating my brief atheism stint as a backstory. I wish someone could hold my hands And whisper comfort to my ears My silence is a scream for help - Help I need but can't ask for. No doubt a mess and an object of disgust Sigh! Frustrations, I need to chill o...