Poetry

Exorcismus

I lie silent, in the form of the cross.

Exorcismus

I lie silent,
in the form
of the cross.
Whispering
the commandments
over and over,
keeping
my mind
from unwanted thoughts of you.
Still
you trespass,
sinning with others.

Even in prayer
I am alone.

Relics burn
like memories.
Your name,
a holy chant
of useless syllables
over and over,
until you are no longer
life,
breath,
spirit.
Sanctum, sanctorum
Cloister me
from this sacrament
of you.

Even in prayer
I am alone.


This beautifully introspective poem was written by Christy Mendoza.


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