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Sam Payne Dec 2014
Forgive me father for I have sinned.
The relationship between us lacks blood –
Lacks existence –
Lacks creation –

Forgive me pseudo-creator for the fact that
Sinning overcomes the stress to find truth.

Forgive me imaginary figure
Surrounded by fictitious harps and
Dead babies with wings;
My world is much more devious to live in.

I created this;          not you.

Please, call me a sinner.
I’ll connect two cups to a string
And throw it in the air just to
Watch it Fall back down
Because overpowering hands of
Innocence and purity didn’t catch it.

Sorry…
I smoke, snort and speak sin
And then throw it up in your face
The next morning –

Forgive me for being so forward,
And forgive me for not being very sorry for it at all.
One of the many poems submitted to my Craft of Poetry class when I was in college.
Sam Payne Mar 2014
That nobody knows but me. And it's killing you.

— The End —