In Retrospect

I find myself in a dark silent vacuum, A place where nothing could be Seen, heard or felt. My soul grieves in agony, My sole feels no lifewithin, My heart feels a pain-stained hollow, I wondered off by myself, I sigh-- God help me! I find myself in a very deep ravine, Enveloped by memento of the beast I was; A retribution of my years. My heart feels the heaviness of an iron, My heart winnows away With a momentous of deep rooted guilt feeling Like a pregnant woman that wants freedom. In retrospect, I should have done right. But I pray– The world forgive me.