Mia

Make offers out of pity, nothing reached by grace, absolve my sobbed greet, betrayed by any groan, I wander about the place, thumped heart on bone, this no churning story, blown in on the rain, me who's doing solitary, pray by some holy grotto, I still see his face, it's difficult to atone, keep away from mystery, given these lonely days, what price is offertory, tell me funny jokes , only fools play games, wonder what fire stoked, did not plan to deceive, use ribbons like a train, it just comes out of me, a pity who can say ?