I'm sorry,
but I honestly didn't know.
I disguised my lust and gluttony
as joie de vivre
and followed them
as I blazed
a pathetically predictable path,
one mortifying lesson at a time.
I thought I was gifted,
that I had a vision,
but now I see
I was just another
in an unending line of
abstract and myopic
nonconformists
just spoiling for a fight.
I stand now
at the foot of your cross
under a bruised purple-black sky
lost in a sea of fetid sinners,
a fellowship of miscreants-
these are my true peers.
I see the weight of my sins
bearing down
on your thorny crown.
I see your human agony
and if you can see me
through the blood dripping
in your eyes
please know,
I’m sorry.
[Posted for #OpenLinkNight at www.dversepoets.com - where they love me even though I'm not really writing lately.]
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