Hello Father.

It has been 7 years
Since my first and only confession.
And even then I lied.
I still receive
The Body of Christ, though.
But I never
Say a prayer
When I return
To my pew.
I just think of how
Awful Jesus tastes.

Father,

I have thought
Unholy thoughts,
Idolized musicians and artists
Rather than the Lord.
I take His name in vain,
Daily,
And I belittle you
In the presence
Of the faithful.

Dear, Father,

I have raised
my hand
To my mother,
Twice,
Maliciously degraded
my brother.
All to make myself
Feel bittersweet
satisfaction.

Sweet, Father,

I have lost faith
In myself,
Let alone
In God.
I'm beginning to think
Terrible thoughts.
Manifesting
Evil images
And replaying them
In my mind.

Oh father,

I’ve lost control.
Nail me to a cross
And make a spectacle
Of my sins, because
I

Am Not

Sorry.