AmnestyA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt
If I repent my sins
and wash them away in holy water will you grant me peace? Must I live a life of atonement in shadows of regret in order to sleep at night? How many apologies must I offer out in the darkness before you finally hear them? Will I be forgiven for all the times I said that you were the death of me? Can I be pardoned for all the nights I spent alone cutting you out of old photographs? Can I ever really be granted amnesty after all the things I have done if you aren't offering it? I feel remorse when i think about you whether you believe it or not. This is an act of contrition brought to life by this end that will go down in history. I beg for your mercy so that I can live knowing that my wrongs are cured by your compassion. © 2008 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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1 Review Added on September 3, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |