A Poet's Confession Poem by Compton Wright

So many years walking in this lifetime
Seeing the vile truth about my existence
For ages I stayed pure in my soul but yet…
Sheer sin and evil is my fate and my soul design
So I cover my fragile self into an illusion,
A master of disguises of fallen dreams
The illusionist of clouded forbidden love
As I put up illusions into people minds
Charming everyone but blinding them horribly
Seeing me truly is impossible, too complex
Nightmares follow through these gifts of a poet
As even writing ninety five counting this one
Will be ninety six poems I created from the soul
But still something is trapped inside my chest…
Clawing, pounding and crushing everything inside

Something to be let out and need to be told
The guilt, the secrets and the ugly truths I have
As each slowly but surely will come out eventually
As my lover digs deeper in each conversion for direct answers
And encounters the alter ego, the inner demon of a fallen angel
As I damn her trust as it is overpowering and nonresistant
All I can do now is block her with disguises but she see through them
Like fighting the venom of a king cobra inside your bloodstream and veins
I fight with these emotions to show no weakness, confusion and depression
The unspeakable truth from the forbidden soul I have blacken and crumble
From the corrupted mind that surrounded by the ashes of lost time and space

I have fought so many nightmares of my lover's absence and betrayal
I have lasted years with this miserable life sucking parasitic called truth
So why suffer the wrath of a woman's scorn and the broken heart aftermath
But yet what heart I'm becoming HEARTLESS! ! ! Such cruelty in this world
Turning bitter and cold, been too misunderstood for too long and need to be freed
Every piece of my heart is picked up and dissected like a experiment inside laboratories
Seeing what makes me tick and breakdown not only physically but also emotionally
From down beneath me seeks only salvation and a little sense of direction in the world
So call it what you want to call it…A confession, a reminder or a breakthrough
But these are my thoughts and emotions I fight and struggle everyday of the week
For my bright inspired readers who follows the lies instead the truth in their lives
If you have something boiling in your gut or something eating inside you mentally
Let everything go, the fears, the worries and the pain and just…tell your confessions