Poem

Letters to you, the undeniable, the sanctimonious, the one I will wait for... No evil to fear, no sweat to avow, and nothing that I am not. I wondered for years whether or not you could exist, I felt inside things that now don't wander but can comment- on everything that I have become and will include in my great future, I evoke madness at your thought, and dread toward the guilt to follow, I intake a symptom of something that is hardly human, but accept it as a part of my origins.