Why do I let it continue,
This dangerous game we play?
Already I know how it ends,
Always- the same way
You’d think that I’d stop it,
Turn and go out the door.
Don’t look back, just walk away,
But every time I stay for more.
Never doing the "right" thing,
As polite society dictates.
"Straight into Hell" they say,
And I’ve opened the gates.
What gives them the right,
To harshly judge me so?
They are not here with me,
How could they know.
They know naught,
Of my fears and desire.
That feed the flames of
This burning fire
Yet, the guilt is still present
As I drop upon the floor
I pray "Forgive me O Lord
I’m no better than a whore"
-K.L. Dubay
