Mea Culpa

Mea Culpa,

As you walk through the halls of the world,

You felt a chill to the bone,

And the core of your soul,

But it's not the cold of the wind that gets to you,

It's the entire view,

That though the road is full, you're still alone,

Why? (Mea Culpa)

You take the higher road, and was smug about it,

To cast the first stone is an amazing feeling,

True, to blame everyone but yourself is a blast,

You gain a few moments of glory,

Ego-feeding,

Building, rising to the heavens,

Before you're ruthlessly brought back down to earth,

Face filled with dirt, burdened

By the sins of the hurt,

You caused, to those that care for you,

Then remorse sets in,

Conscience breathing down on you,

Like the Furies of old, their screeches tormenting you,

You're lost,

And you reach your inner self to find the answer,

And you found it (Mea Culpa)

You have those that love you, and care,

And would try to understand the problems that you bear,

Teaching you that great idea,

Of forgiveness, that would pull you out,

Of that sea called despair,

But you persist in your self -pity,

And view them as the enemy,

And burn them for their (minor) iniquity, to you,

As if the Judgment of the Lord is in Your hands,

That moment of pride, to shame even Lucifer,

Made you bear even his punishment,

Of being cast out,

And you have none to blame,

But you (Mea Culpa)

You expect kindness to beget kindness,

When that is against the whole idea of love,

When you do something without expecting reward,

What is this nonsense of reciprocrity,

An insult to love itself,

Like expecting gratitude from the sun,

For having the honour to warm you,

And throw stones at her, for the fall of rain

Confess. my child

Mea Culpa,

Mea Culpa,

Mea Maxima Culpa.