(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy! Here is Poem #19.)
Forgive me father for I have sinned
both knowingly and indulgently:
basking in the spoils of gluttony;
with great pride I strutted my glory;
I hoarded my wealth just for myself;
I never saw the need to do more,
when doing less worked for others;
You blame me for wanting more and more,
when all around the undeserving
thrived and blossomed in corruption.
Why should I be expected to do better
when I could prosper in bitterness.
Forgive me mother as is your role,
look not on how I abused others
for the beauty of their young bodies.
They knew their roles, kneeling before me;
worshiping my glory as they could.
Why do you look at me in that way?
How dare you pass judgement on me now?
Can you not see I am blameless?
It is not my fault they were failures,
they could have said no to my demands.
Wait no, please do not cast me aside.
Forgive me I beg you; see I repent.
See I deserve to be in heaven
since I have sent so many to hell.
Doesn’t that make me a son of god?