Dirty Window

I scrubbed and scrubbed my thoughts

But there was no use;

They would never be clean again.



Lust was smeared all along

Its once polished surface.



There was no way sunlight

Would ever find the slats

In order to make them shine.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: “A defiled conscience is like a dirty window; no light can enter.”

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