Confession

“Confession”

I was in love the day I died,
And that day you replied
With a promise for me:
A tear that was so deadly—
Poison of lips that fell
That haunt me in the cell
Of a dungeon I have built
In the shadow of my guilt.

What was it I gave with my embrace
To taste the tears on your face?
What did you tell yourself to do?
Did you weep for what I took from you?
If I could go back—turn time around
Would I leave you as I found
You in your nest?
Is this some kind of test—
What if I confessed—
What then? Would you kill me?
Or would you still be
Crying into my palms as they shake
In a dream where we cannot wake?


I was in love when our paths crossed
Were you ever found where I was lost?
I've dug so many graves, I've lost my own carcass
In the past filled with darkness.
You were a beacon whose light I splintered
And I cannot look inward
To any light of my own without seeing your tearstains
A lone tear yet remains
Around my soul as my deeds destroyed me,
Otherwise, all is empty;
Today, I am but a shell,
All is broken where you dwell.
I can blame my past or die anew
Knowing I have given my life to you.

© 2022 Marten Hoyle