Confession

When all alone, nightmares tend to take hold.

Strangling darkness haunts your every act.

You can't escape the overwhelming cold.

Your demons prove what you know to be fact.

The truth is what surrounds you all the time.

Beleaguring every thought that occurs.

You do feel guilty for numerous crimes,

But can't understand what purpose it serves.

The apology hangs in ambeyance.

But because of your pride, it is crippled.

Others continue to give you a chance,

Yet can't deny that your words are fickle.

Feelings bottle up, constraining your cries.

Deep in your heart, your true confessions lie.