THIS DEBAUCHEE

I’ll say my confession

Hoping for an absolution

And a subsequent redemption or salvation.

I could perform an ablution

If that can stop my obsession

Or I could subject myself to gyration

As an anointed wheel me in his direction

I am in a sinful generation

Correction is nothing but disruption

I’ve gone from fabrication to deception

To defamation, to many a ‘dastardation’.

I am debauched by decadence and have no admiration

Now I’m turning malignant, promising many a horrid mutations

This is my confession

I hear your silence causing tension

In my heart, you’re a human mansion

Of secrets, with your permission

I’ll like to leave you to some consultations

With your boss and come after your meditation

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014