Forgive me.

"I am not an ordinary person,"

Says every normality...

Yet I remain locked up in this scheme

Where thoughts intermingle with fears

That shapeshift into doctrines...

I am about to confess my sins...

I am a man, an even number of age

Who dreams of a peaceful night

Not Heavens nor Hells

For to be in either I need a soul

A night where my bed

Takes away the fatigue

And colours a bleak reality...

I am indispensable from my pen...

I am a man whose tongue slithers

Into the chalices of virgins' wine

That sips away its potency

And replaces its agency...

To make a betrothed a widow...

Now tell me:

Am I a graceful curse,

Or an accursed grace?

I deny the liquid in my heart...

I am a man of multiple existences

For I have written many a poem

To guide the damned

Yet I remain just as lost and unjust

Watching my youth drip as sand

Through the finger-cracks of resurgence

Into the inner voids, known to man...

I know not how to rectify, nor restart...

All I can do with the utmost certainty is

To ask for forgiveness

Unprovidential but self-referential...

Lord, forgive me...

For I have been myself...