Tainted Freedom in Confession

i don’t know how i got here

don’t know how i’ll get back home

this weight is just too heavy

i’ll soon be broken and alone


her funeral, not the place for this confession

but, if not here, then where, or when

i have to relieve myself of this furtive knowledge

before I become a monster, not her friend


god, kali, buddha, can any higher power hear me

please help me rid myself of this toxin

deep, dark secret that I cannot carry

tight-lipped, don’t think I’ll make it till the end


when she died, i swore complete allegiance

but now reality has set so far in

i’m sorry, eliza, i just can’t do it

i confess that she and i were more than friends

* Another Storymatic inspired poem.





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