The little Catholic girl confesses her sins// (written last year in the mental ward)
(this poem sucks, but that is not the point. It is just a memory...I hate it)
The abyss
Deep within me there is a spiraling dark pit-
spiraling down through the whole depth of my soul.
It is black as ebony,
and within it crawls a rage so violent, so sharp and pointy/enough for a wrist slit.
In the back of my mind I carry this knowledge.
Knowledge of the evil in me,
of unthinkable things.
There is no escaping it.
It haunts me,it steps on my toes...
This is strangulation.
I am suffocating from the agony.
The pit has a name to it:
it is "guilt and doubt".
with a surname of "fear and distortion".
It is a tar-like substance whose spiral motion squeezes my heart.
I can feel the heaviness in my chest now.
I ask for forgiveness!
God please give it to me!
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© Katherine Anne Brenner 2002
The abyss
Deep within me there is a spiraling dark pit-
spiraling down through the whole depth of my soul.
It is black as ebony,
and within it crawls a rage so violent, so sharp and pointy/enough for a wrist slit.
In the back of my mind I carry this knowledge.
Knowledge of the evil in me,
of unthinkable things.
There is no escaping it.
It haunts me,it steps on my toes...
This is strangulation.
I am suffocating from the agony.
The pit has a name to it:
it is "guilt and doubt".
with a surname of "fear and distortion".
It is a tar-like substance whose spiral motion squeezes my heart.
I can feel the heaviness in my chest now.
I ask for forgiveness!
God please give it to me!
__________________________________
© Katherine Anne Brenner 2002