Deathbed confessions

I have listened to deathbed
Confessions recently….
They remind me it wasn’t that long
Ago….
They tell me truth hurts like
A sharp needle…
People felt shame, And they tried
To get away from guilt, But
Memories haunts your bones forever…
Ya you confessed alright,
You think after life
You’d keep havin privilege
Of not being judged…
I’m sure it doesn’t work like that,
Yet what do I know?
I know throughout your lifetime
Karma is whoopin your ass
For what you did…
Karma doesn’t give a fuck
About your image
About your reputation you present…
The past still haunts, trap your soul in
Its haunted house cos you didn’t do the
Right thing til the day you take your last breath….
Curiosity got the better of me
Cos I have to write a poem
About these people deathbed confessions
I know nurses and staffs, even doctors
Have to sit there for a moment to grasp
Such horrific information that happened
Years ago…I swear they have patience….
They have good good hearts to listen
And care…I might sit through a deathbed
confession, or maybe not….
I will say
People are afraid to
Confess their sins their secrets
When they are very much alive
Some took it to their grave
And we will never know…✊🏿💯©️ Kai C. 6-18-24
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