And so I sit
In the shit
That I have created.
Who was it
Who said
Ask for forgiveness,
And it shall be given?
I might be shriven
But never forgiven,
Their faces haunt me
Taunt me,
Their rictus grins
Will stay with me,
There is no release
And never shall I cease
To bury myself with them.
The choices I made
I made,
I will not degrade
Their memory
By asking,
If my choice was right,
It is me
That lives in darkness
And has no light.
So, let me say this
To those who judge me
You Bishops, and you priests,
You Politicians
Who abbrogated your responsibilities
To us twenty year old fools,
I shall die with my guilt
You will just die.
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Owain Glyn
