Repentance
Prudent dupe, I confess my sins again,
The same ones I confessed just yesterday.
I've found myself unable to abstain
From vices I deride; I disobey
All I've written of life, for through my vice,
I'll eat, laugh, and survive my finite time.
And who can lead my soul to paradise?
Who possesses virtue so sublime
That they embrace the Word, deny the bread?
Certainly not you! You only remind
Of flaws and limits set in humankind,
Believing absolution's in what's said.
To agree is to let transgression slide;
To demur is to laud a moral pride.
>>16548052
I only write in meter, but this is a good start if you are jumping into free verse. It doesn't quite have the rhythm I get from other free verse writers though. Still, you aren't too far off and the poem itself is pleasant to read.