In the space where souls wait
where even the saints have regrets
the walls ring with the guilt and shame
of those narrow lives
lived in insular oblivion

Reflections of selfless love
and children’s innocence
illuminate the dark corners
purifying the air
and disgracing the damned

Too late for wishes and dreams
they lay discarded
slippery as wet pebbles
whilst hope lies shattered
in shards of sorrow

meekly we gather in the centre
clutching our confessions
and remorse
to contemplate our foolish little lives
and await the price