AshamedA Poem by WriderParkerIf the dead man could talk to us, what would he say?
Ashamed of my past faults, I remain
I avow my own iniquities But in my vault, cut off, from confession Leaden in my lurid and cold last home This haunting hill is where I lay, endlessly The worms shall eat on the tainted reeking meat The fate of all is to suffer as I To forever more remain in their grave I avow my own iniquities Ashamed of my past faults, I remain. © 2010 WriderParkerAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 23, 2010 Last Updated on April 23, 2010 AuthorWriderParkerBixby, OKAboutWhat do I write about? Well I guess you could say I write what I feel like at the moment. To poetry about life, love, and God. To writing Fiction, which i love. I am Christian and so my beliefs will p.. more..Writing
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