Pennance from Abandoned by Defeater

These unfamiliar streets where I hide my face and name and these secrets that I keep. Every stranger looks the same. The cold New England air rips the will from out my blood. And I replace it with the ache, the ash, the dirt and lack of love. No hands to hold, no hands to pray. My lover left alone, my lover left to grieve and mourn. My sins, my cross to bear, the guilt and vows I broke in turn. Most precious sacrament, I tip the bottle in prayer each night. With one hand to the alter and the other to the wine. The parish pours out from the church, snow is falling quietly. Let it fall, cover my steps into the dark end of the street.

• Rock
• Boston