Apology Poem

Dear God,

I don’t know why.

I’m so inexcusably sorry.

I was not of right mind.

It’s not my fault.

Demon possession? - anything
To shirk responsibility
From me like a toddler
Pointing to his imaginary friend.

Addiction is like a god,

Man is just an animal, you know.

It’s like a fat juicy steak. It’s so

Tantalizing

And the more I think of it,

Hide from it, the hungrier I get,

Waiting, until I kill conscience

And dig in, fangs and all.

Maybe it was him before you

And him before that

And he she me before that

And those dictator endorphins

In my brain (psychological science)

Or the fact that I didn’t know

I was alive unless I tasted,

And God, when you don’t know

You’re alive, it’s hard not to sin.