Confessions of a dead man

By Aarron Mondello

21/11/2017

Hush now spirit
Don’t you weep
Tell me your secrets
I will keep
Them oh so close
To my silent heart
Nary a word will ever part
From between
My lips shut tight
I will take them
Unto eternal night

Hear me father
Hear my words
I live here now
Betwixt two worlds
When breath filled me
I was a vain man
From all obligation
Ever I ran
Centred solely
On myself
Now I am in
This grey hell
Ever the colours
I ignored
And lived by the creed
The pen’s mightier than the sword
With script on a page
I pulled the high down low
And relished without guilt
In the strong cash flow
I lived like a king
In the material world
From others suffering
I built my Hold
Carved in blood
I provoked the ire
Of the innocent
With their fires
At the end
I was a drunken sot
When they came upon me
And cast me down to rot
My self indulged life
Thus did end
I met my fate
Without a friend

Hear me spirit
Know I speak true
Only the Father
Can judge you
Though I see
Why you tarry here
For we both know
Your damnation is near
Still you run
In death as in life
Cast out from the living
To this grey life
Escape it forever?
You can try
But your always under
His watchful eye
And now I bid you
Spirit farewell
Soon you’ll burn
In the fires of hell.

©


Featured image is the confessional room at Macau Cathedral.

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