lesser crimes

what kindly heart the subtle boast
I purpose to portray
but somewhere past beyond reproach
the truth in me remains

for hidden in the soul beneath
my darker nature yields
a self inflicted animus
I carefully conceal

it keeps the faith there’s evil fare
much greater than my own
and tells me what I love to hear
I’m not as bad somehow

some things in me will never change
to keep my pride alive
trusting this as mortals will
the myth of lesser crimes

A poem by Greg Nelson
© 2020 by Poppie’s Hallel (BMI. Admin. by Amplified Administration)

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