My luggage of sins

autumn

I came without baggage.
Just a name tag attached.
Each day my luggage grew.
Its weight dragging me down.

I am over whelmed.
So much weight to carry.
No rest from this luggage.
It’s attached to me always.

Envy, jealousy, I name them.
Pride, lust, more to follow.
Greed, vanity, and such.
Into my luggage of sins.

This path I travel on.
Carrying this heavy luggage.
None to blame but me.
Who will forgive, but God.

If God forgives my sins,
why then this heavy luggage.
Sigh…I sin again and again.
And I cannot forgive me.

By C.E. Pereira
(8-8-2016)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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