On Sundays, people kneel in pews hollow.
Each prays silently carrying the weight
of their sins, hoping to be made hallow.
I left the tracks I was meant to follow.
If anyone asks, it was all their hate,
all their words that made religion hollow.
Nobody knows for certain; I wallow
That grey space twixt hell and heaven- my fate.
I face the choice to be damned or hallow.
Dangerous desire is a shadow
that will taunt a father’s righteous irate.
This fear has made a daughter’s love hollow
I find myself drowning in the shallow
of my thoughts; I usurped the Godly fate
Of a future marriage to be hallow.
There is no hope to escape the gallow;
I know the judgment of God and men wait
for me. Seeking love in law is hollow.
Denying the truth brings only sorrow,
Yet I can’t stop the tantalizing bait
of safety in the intimate hollow.
My selfish desire makes all hallow.
By Jireh Deng