Confessions

Forgive me father for I have sinned

It has been a century since my last confession

I played the parts- my mind at war,

The dope  show playing

Like a broken record from Poes evermore,

I just shot up I need this confession  

I loved feeling filthy- filthy and whored

I sold myself-my soul-sold all my love and possessions

I still can get enough- I need more to fixate this addiction,

One more hit, one more high

The pain last for seconds

Passing time, nodding off, hallucinating my crucifixion

Writing my obsessions time, drugs sex and vengeance I cant

Seem to get enough I am always fixated on these addictions

I guess this mean I go to hell

To this my final confession

I don’t think I can change

Do I even have a reason

Will it be another century till my next confession.

Lay out on the floor convulsing with the devil

Give me just one more hit and I will become your unholy vessel

Deliberating constantly

Shot up or reality

This falsified world I live a fatality

Came crashing down taking casualties.

 

Forgive me father for I have sinned

It has been a century since my last confession

Is it worth it to continue

For this human body I possess is a abomination to your message.

Reviews

[Legion]

Wretched pain of humanity how be this curse's affliction came upon us?

Your piece is genuinely addictive (pardon the pun). The decline and deception of and to one's self is splendidly and degradingly illustrated within this piece. I have not read much of your stuff of late (nor much of anything of late for life has taken me down some strange paths of late), but I am glad I decided to do some reading tonight. Well done.

Now to answer your question in the end. Yes, it is worth it to continue. We are, after all, here for a purpose. The problem is finding that purpose. We put ourselves through all kinds of hell on earth trying to find that purpose and often overlook it many times until we wise up and realize that it was there in front of us the whole time. Life is for living, not dying. Live it.

[James Horsley]

I've had a few good friends who have lost themselves to addiction and the like. As such, I can connect a bit with this poem. I think you capture the thought process of certain addicts very well: aware of some need for repentance (not necessarily in a religious sense), and the need to regain control, but being generally unwilling or unable to cease what they're doing. It's dark, very dark, but then, so is the subject matter. It almost hits just a little too hard to effectively get the point across, but I think you stop just short of crossing that line. It's a true read.

[Emily B]

Your words have grown again. Forgive me, I had to look away. Sometimes the darkness is too much for me.

Wishing you all the best.

[Hello, Goodbye]

. love it..

[Coyote Poetry]

Some of us need not to ask for forgiveness. Forgiveness is not what we need and want. I like this poem. Direct and honest words made the poem a pleasure to read. I like the ending to this outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Creepy cool fabulous!