The Confession...I Am Not Well Poem by Rabbit Foster

In my mind
I can picture
the future – clear and plain.
And the thought
of it drives me
just a bit insane.
So I ponder and I tarry -
in this empty dirty place.
And I wonder,
when I slumber;
about this futile race…
that I am in.
Where did it begin?
And how does it end?
And what of my sin?
I’ve seen Christ
looking down
with such empathy.
And I wonder,
when I slumber,
what is it that he sees?
I know angels
with the love of God
are fighting fights for me.
Don’t you see the fix I’m in?
Trapped within my grievous sin?
Hell bound at this current rate
and dying in my solemn state.
Lacking any sympathy
for fellow sinners
bound with me.
Feeling tired;
looking rough.
My God why isn’t Christ enough?
What is so wrong with my soul,
that Bud and Morgan’s
makes me whole?
I guess that’s why I feel
so used;
Or perhaps just a bit confused.
I want to love.
I want to live.
Yet some things I just can’t forgive.
I do not want to live in vain.
But tempting still-
to ease the pain.
Just take a pill
and drift away;
pay the price I have to pay.
There’s just one thing that’s
stopping me,
that quenches all my misery.
That pushes me on
and allows me to cope.
Not love or grace or faith – but hope.