poetry

Confession

I have something to confess:

 

I don’t upload every poem I write.

 

It’s not that I don’t trust you,

But…

It’s just…

Some things should never

Make it out of my head;

Some words don’t deserve

The life I gave them;

Some papers just need

To be burned.

 

Some things I am not ready

To admit;

Some things you are not

Ready to overhear.

 

Forgive me Father…

And Mother too,

Brother,

Sister, I guess,

But you are not my priest,

And you shall not hear my

Every confession.

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