Confession Seeks Forgiveness - I Do Not

Confession Seeks Forgiveness – I Do Not I will not confess, nor beg forgiveness, for the sins of others, unrepentant, nor succumb to “Inquisition’s” game, accept their scars in Jesus’ name. Confession would relieve them of their guilt as they stand in mocking pose of staff and quilt. I will write in metaphoric hell of living in a demon crusted shell, hearing only roaring of the beast denying me my right to living’s feast, carrying the weight of living death tortured by the scent of whiskey’d breath. Catharsis, the confession of the soul, leaves me empty - never feeling whole, frees me from rage’s pain streaked grip the demons of the past escaping crypt. Hate and violence turned upon the self a loneliness that anger cannot quell, an innocence long locked in private hell. Confession seeks forgiveness, I do not. Writing let me voice the things I thought, spew the venom of a vile and putrid stench that I’ve lived with from that day - and ever since. Thus have I learned to live in guarded space in endeavor to show only freedom’s face to smooth the ever present strain the somehow they might see my hidden pain. I seek not absolution for their sin but the destruction of unholy liars den where they hide the children’s souls they stole under flowing robes and crowns of mitered gold. 8/31/2014