Confessional Poetry & Poem by James McLain

It is a hard thing to write
The things that you do,
To influence a life that's not yours.

What did I want?
I only wanted her so I got her.
Not even a priest especially a priest
Wants to go to heaven a virgin.

Mine didn't so does the boy stay a virgin?
Who even has the audacity to bring it
Back up,
The girls that live in that trailer?

Confessions don't change, unless,
It has changed before Sunday.