It’s too late to be forgiven.
In truth I was merely living,
not trying to fit in
but still getting
too comfortable with
just trying to exist
in mere moments.

I wasn’t a pretty party guy
who was trying to get high.
I’m pretty sure I was
sound of mind,
so, the fact that I did not make time
to visit my transient treasures
that were slowly disintegrating,
that fact that I left loved ones
alone and dying
without really trying to go see them.

That is my sin,
and one I seem hell bent
on sadly repeating.