Poetry & Art Depressive Wounds by Melancholic Poet 8/15/2016 written by Melancholic Poet 8/15/2016 Though the sands of time pass The wounds remain fresh Ones that cannot be healed By even sins, of the flesh. Poetry & Art 2 comments 0 Email Related posts coming to terms with my end, and abandoning... 11/1/2024 every night 10/30/2024 A poem I wrote 8/5/2024 Fallen Warrior 7/6/2024 Deepest betrayal 1/17/2024 Year review 1/8/2024 Future is predictableeeee 11/10/2023 9/22/2023 Levitating 9/20/2023 There is no meaning of life 9/15/2023 2 comments claritee 8/15/2016 - 10:29 pm That last line is pretty chilling. Flesh is a sin? Interesting concept. Log in to Reply Melancholic Poet 8/16/2016 - 8:53 am Not necessarily, it’s context sensitive. I’ve known many people that attempt to drown their depression with alcohol and prostitutes – to no avail; in that particular context, the latter could be viewed as a ‘sin of the flesh’. Log in to Reply Leave a Comment Cancel ReplyYou must be logged in to post a comment.Subscribe to comments: Don't subscribe All new comments Replies to my comments Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting.
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That last line is pretty chilling. Flesh is a sin? Interesting concept.
Not necessarily, it’s context sensitive. I’ve known many people that attempt to drown their depression with alcohol and prostitutes – to no avail; in that particular context, the latter could be viewed as a ‘sin of the flesh’.