Monday, May 3, 2010

THE CONFESSION

It was always trouble, I did attract.
Evil men, I sometimes backed.
I'd help them with who they assailed...
for the meager payment of a mug of ale.

My reputation remained intact.
For with these devils, I made a pact.
The deal was one, I could not retract.
This decision was not bewailed.
It kept my ass away from jail!

So, I kept on with my anarchy.
I didn't forsee the agony,
I caused with my audacity.
Each and every atrocity,
increased my velocity toward...
a vengeful philosophy.

My effrontery became the death of me...
for I developed and maintained a dependency...
on depravity.
My "little death" was a soul sickness, which affected me.
I didn't predict this, for I was un-free.

Now I know the error of my ways.
The sap of youth is gone for days, weeks, months, years.
The mug of ale is filled with my tears.
I view my life, the wasted years.
I pray to God, it's not too late,
for me to love, and not to hate.

But habits die hard,
this is true.
A moral life, I did eschew.
The saintly life is out of reach.
For every law, I eventually breeched.
I hope at last, to be a man...
and right the wrongs, while I still can.

4 comments:

  1. From what I read you are a man who lived his life to the fullest and you should not have one regret. We are our own worst enemy. You haven't wasted your youth you lived it with a vengenence. No regrets well.....maybe I should have married that nice boy from high school??? LOL

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  2. As jimmi hendrix put it:

    MANIC DEPRESSION IS ONE F***** MESS!

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  3. yes...we are our own worst enemies!

    depression is my friend, Bennie.

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  4. KEEP CALM and CARRY ON
    KEEP CALM BUPROPION 350mgs.
    LOL

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