DUI POSTMORTEM LINGERS - Sam DeLoach

DUI POSTMORTEM LINGERS

Inside these flesh and bone walls
I must abide
Knowing what I’ve done.
The cost of my folly -
Eternal self-damnation.
It’s strange how
When busting a beard;
You can get by,
Though you’re only eighteen.
Or how,
Some days, you feel encumbered;
A sailboat moored to the dock
On a sunny, breezy day.
Or I used to,
Back when I still had cause
To raise the glass
With youthful gusto
Before free falling away.
Saturday evening, a red Mustang
And a twelve pack;
We were off to skim the sky.
No one ever took the time to tell us
Red Mustangs
Were never built to fly.
Memories are a cruel mallet
Pulverizing over and over again
As they reveal my quandary;
An unforgivable sin,
For forgiveness lies in you
And
Your absence is a poisoned dart.
Thus,
I will remain forever unforgiven,
Knowing
The sweet succor of forgiveness
Comes nowhere near my heart.

Sam DeLoach
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