confession and transgression

Melancholy
and I am an infant

Fighting always against
this

Infinite sadness
and imminent
madness-

Precious daughter!

Precious water

I should have been
retaining for fasting

Is now raining
down my cheeks

Flooding over flesh
wet

Culminating
in a creek
on my chest-

I've done my best
the rest I must leave-

At least I'd like to believe

That this is
the case

It seems, momentarily,

This jury is hung against
me- their hands are
clasping noose
strings

As I am running,
as I am tripping-

I have slipped,

I have landed
on my knees

Awaiting a verdict

I am certain to accept

If only for my lack
of defense-

This is my confession and transgression

I've learned my lesson
for the last time, hopefully

O, I wish it were only

O, I wish if only it were this easy