I no longer go to confession
For who is He
To mete out my punishment?
As if in just one session
There could possibly be
Anything close to moral replenishment
Hail Mary
You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands
I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans
Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression
Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession
(Originally Posted 07.04.2020)
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
It’s never to late friend
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Perhaps 🖤
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We’ve all got our old guilts. Spilled milk – at least the cats’ll appreciate it! ❤
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Exactly!! 😁🖤
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You were raised religious? I think I just remembered something dark you once mentioned in relation to that (besides the morbidity of being in a cult).
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Dark? Me? Really? 🤣🤣
Yeah, I was raised with two different religions (neither Catholic) which have both been well, truly and intentionally left behind now 👍 The language in both of these poems just fit the theme – it could have been the doctrine of any religion to be honest 🖤🖤
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Oh yeah no worries that’s how I read it, wasn’t taking details literally, besides I know nothing of the distinguishing details between religions 😂. All I see is ppppffffffffblllllmmmmmmph.
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Man I could really go into a church right now and start shouting what what in the butt…phwoah feel like a big man.
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😂😂😂🖤
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