Repentance Poem by r james sterzinger

Twenty-three minutes before
I have to go.
Thinking of you a hundred miles
Away. Why do I keep up
This charade this dark
Comic book lie?

When I see you I bury
My feelings like a love
In a grave, emotionally
Convinced of my doom
Walking into hell.

That is how it
Should be, praying to God
Bowing to the devil.
That's love I guess
How I've understood it
All along.

I will not
Persue you though,
I will not be responsible
For your life.
So I'll take my love to
The grave you'll
Be saved, and I am content.

Holding to your memory in
A place I do not wish to go
Like your arms,
Like your arms.