Sense Sonnet - Chiller

 My Confession

Confession is good for the soul,

As a good Catholic, I know that.

So when truth became such a toll,

Late one night I found myself at

The confessional, talking of

Recent suicide of my son,

Just thirteen years old, my life's love.

He left a note, what had been done

That made him feel he had to do

This awful act. His note I hid,

So nobody else ever knew.

But now truth told to one who did.

After this truth I had released,

Of course I killed the rapist priest.