A CONFESSION

 “People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of character.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

saw violence and malice at an early age

grew up in a place consumed by vices and rage

images were reminders every time I turn the page

a part of me is trapped inside a darkened cage

curtailed my freedom, beliefs were imposed

the authority within was simply unopposed

no breathing space, everything must be disclosed

there’s nothing I can do I was too exposed

silent crimes committed

from time to time

piling up regrets 

while I was at my prime

sheltered doubts behind a pretentious wall

a deviation is made when I accepted call

failed expectations were written on the wall

I was not in control, that’s all I can recall

made a lot of mistakes, wasted a lot of time

went the wrong way while I was at my prime

didn’t see it coming I was too engrossed

with their expectations, I became a willing host

silent crimes committed

from time to time

piling up regrets 

while I was at my prime

went with the flow while living in doubt

I just went too far until there’s no way out

and here I am trying to make sense of it all

only to realize that I was riding for a fall

dreams fell apart for every wrong choice made

a vicious cycle there were times I’ve felt betrayed

should’ve gone the other way and found my own key

instead, I ended up broken and hurting while I flee

silent crimes committed

from time to time

piling up regrets 

while I was at my prime

the ending is unknown, everything just went wrong

the past echoes the melody of an unwanted song

no turning back the battle lines have been drawn

even with a confession there’s no way I can move on

silent crimes committed

from time to time

piling up regrets 

while I was at my prime

RMP

01-09-23

Winnipeg MB Canada