Midnight Confessions

kneeling behind the

hazy screen whispering my

darkest secrets to the blackness

late night sessions

of relapse and guilt, I am

crying to the open window

to the nothingness like a

sinner to

father in an empty

church, a glass

in my hand- communion for

souls that cannot keep vows

to anyone but themselves

to the cratered face of the moon

glowing with secrets kept, I am

pouring my heart out

to the crickets crying

like children

in the grass, I am begging for

a second chance to find whatever we lost.

to the sky like a canvas of

water soiled from black to grey

to some bleak color in between

I am confessing myself.