My Err Poem by Emmanuel jachimike Ezendu

I was tired of confessing,
The clergy was tired of listening to them too,
I kept trying to stop,
And it kept fighting to stop me,
I marked the date I'll stop on my wall,
It came and passed, still I didn't
Enslaved in the horrific chain of Addiction.
It dug a boundless abyss between I and God.
I'm so broken,
I always had that twisted smile when they ask how I'm doing,
I could no longer walk the miles I use to.
Can I really stop,
My mind's full of torture,
My body in pain.
Not quite long,
I got a whisper from the idle wind,
Which I wouldn't like to tell.

Pristine writer
Emmanuel jmk Ezendu.