Not going to speak of motivation
Or being in tuned with spirit
Won’t assert my own personal beliefs
Because I may feel owner of truth
Will not cleverly decipher my childhood
And adult years
And spew it on some rhetorical rant
Of now knowing better
That I’ve somehow figured it out
Or that divinely inspired
I’ve spoken out words of awakening
No I dare not partake
Of such false imagery
Only to capture the attention of you
I’d rather digest my failures
Into essays
Formulated from my tears
Spouting into capsules of reality
That yes I have wronged a multitude
Of past lovers and friends
Have used them as a means to an end
Where human and sub human exist
Lest not forget
Cursed as I am
I bleed from self inflicted penance
Yet you’ll never attest to this
Viciously astute I do hide well
Behind an erected stature
With no chip left on shoulder
I seek repentance
From thee
From myself
And What I’ve yet to do to you
From the errors of my way
