I feel it surrounding me,

Cloaking me,

Crushing me,

like a dark rug.

I am forced asleep

as the guilt rolls in.

A true man is a verb.

An authentic man is a man of action.

Never a delay,

never a doubt.

True faith does not procrastinate like I do.

I feel anger and sorrow.

I gnash my teeth at what I have created.

I do not create, but destroy.

When I Be, I Do.

When I Sleep, I do not.

I am sorry, Master.

To say I love you, is the wrong words to use.

The love is always yours: you always give,

to me. This sinner. This one who forgets.

And Sleeps.

But is still restless.

Even though the restlessness is yours too.

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