Guilty Poem by Marc Jude Fernandes

Woe to me if I do not write
It's a mortal sin of which I am guilty
So cast me away from thy holy sight
And lock me in the dungeons of misery

Yes wings of poesy please take me
To the abode of mother melancholy
I deserve the sentence pronounced by thee
I have no reason to be unhappy

Thou hast bestowed me with intellectual beauty
Beauty is truth in the poet's eye
But what satisfactory audit can I give thee
For this unused gift when I die?

For this crime which allows no mercy
Let hell and brimstone rain down on me