October 11, 2016 · poetry


Bless me, Father, for I have sinned;
it’s been eight years since my last confession,
which was also my first.
I can’t exactly go back now.

Somehow a Tolkien of beauty
hid in my mind
but choked to death on air
when I was too busy to notice.

I took a journey of hideboats
and suffering
down the river to the falls
and lost my boats,
lost my hides,
lost my soul.

We knew God, we
knew God together,
and then I slipped and
you went away and
that’s it forever.

Written in mid-2015, missing a dear friend from college.

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