Redo, Repent, Recycle
Just because I write my shouts
Doesn’t mean you’ll figure me out
Just because I conjure an illicit view
My sins are only on exhibit to a few
Every time I dig around
My shovel breaks on the caskets crown
The sins I hide down deep
They wake me from my sleep
Why’d I build a foundation over them?
If I disguised this skeleton, would anyone notice him?
I’m stuck on what I should forget
Forgiven, but still I live with it
Positionally I’m washed clean
But day-to-day I raise a scene
Repent by the minute
Too numb to mimic
Too sick to fit in
Like a rusted piston
Repeat actions of my yesterday
Self-seeking blinds me from the better Way
Get angry at the start of it all
Break down to my knees, beat my chest as I pray
Lord come back cuz I don’t know if I can handle another day
Never will He leave you nor forsake you
If He can move mountains, then He can shake you
Free from pain and worry and doubt
With His power you’ll overcome this world’s unquenchable drought
Copyright © 2021 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Week on May 29th, 2021, by Ink Jot Kingdom.
