My Religion


With no intention of weighing our love

On her nostalgic pills I swallow

Neath my head living deads don’t me

Yet my deceased soul demands to wallow

Back in time and I helpless relapse

But I’ve seen God cryptomnesia cleanse

Whereof my love—my religion shall

Help me remedy and all my past sins.


Prompt included : Your-daily-word-prompt-nostalgic

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