Torment for a Moment’s Sin

by Bernice DeLucchi

Like a Sphynx, you sit

in granite silence

and ponder my sins,

self-righteous piety carved

in your stony smile,

your eyes pierce

like blue-lightning

through to my soul,

I lay naked, stripped bare

displaying the layers

of my shame

for all to see,

an unwanted, discarded

sacrifice at your feet,

nothing left to offer

but my tears,

falling like pearls

from the gods,

in pools of regret,

Unyielding and unforgiving,

you sit high on your

mighty podium,

stoic in presence,

and I wait

sobbing for your Judgement,

nothing –

A deafening silence,

haunts and torments me

Is this my penance

to serve

for daring to feel

alive, just for a moment?
Bernice DeLucchi is a South African woman who loves to create. She has always written short stories but recently began writing poetry. She paints as well.


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I am a dreamer, as well as a doer, who lives in the North Georgia mountains. I started my publishing journey August of 2013, have had moderate success, but my utmost passion is my "daytime" job, which is working with adults who are constantly striving to better their lives as they obtain the GED credential.

5 thoughts on “Torment for a Moment’s Sin”

  1. A pseudonym will protect against familiarity which I found detracted from the depth and emotion of the piece. Well written. I dare you to better this…….

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