This is a confessional poem
but what crimes have I committed?
I have not pled
guilty or
innocent.
Maybe innocent by reason of insanity.
I am not under a lamp
in a windowless room.
No officers are grilling me.
I have nothing to hide
yet nothing to tell.
This is a confessional poem
but what are my sins?
I don't tell those to
just anyone who
asks.
I am not on my knees
in a reverential box.
There is no screen
with a priest on the other side.
I am not being
forgiven.
This is a confessional poem.
But why?
Because I use the
word
I?
All this is
is my pen, my paper,
me,
and you.
And I ain't tellin' you nothin'.
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
This is a confessional poem
but what crimes have I committed?
I have not pled
guilty or
innocent.
Maybe innocent by reason of insanity.
I am not under a lamp
in a windowless room.
No officers are grilling me.
I have nothing to hide
yet nothing to tell.
This is a confessional poem
but what are my sins?
I don't tell those to
just anyone who
asks.
I am not on my knees
in a reverential box.
There is no screen
with a priest on the other side.
I am not being
forgiven.
This is a confessional poem.
But why?
Because I use the
word
I?
All this is
is my pen, my paper,
me,
and you.
And I ain't tellin' you nothin'.
