The Saint

A saint’s sorrowful eyes

Lit on his former disciple.

Tear-battered face showing creased age

As he pays the bail

And tucks the broken body to bed,

Trembling with religious withdrawal.

The Saint’s haggard concern

Kneels in sorrowful prayer:

"I’m sorry Father.

For who your son is becoming,

For what your son is becoming.

For his hasty descent.

For his maniacal disregard.

For his self-abuse.

For his internal rupture,

For his loss of control.

For his slippery priorities.

He is worthless and unkempt,

Lonely and depressed.

He is loved but always hating."