Nov 14
poem 0 comments challenge: General


Memory is now so bitter to me
For in remembrance comes my regret
From guilt, whenever will I be set free?
How onerous memory is to forget!

For foolishness, pride are part of our youth;
Blind to morality, actions are rash
Only by time can these great wounds be soothed;
Imprinted in memory, and in the past.

How eagerly do I await freedom
From my transgressions, embedded in time;
Departing to heaven's immortal kingdom,
Some trace of forgiveness I surely will find

How I do wish I can alter my past
My foolishness - and your pain - would I quell
I ask - how much longer will suff'ring last?
'Til death of regret - when great bells should knell.