Mistakes:
I have made so many mistakes
I am tired of saying sorry,
My life has been a pool of worries.
I lie awake at night
Afraid of my very own shadow
I am my own jury and judge.
The sentence is great
The pain is length-less
The death collector is at the door.
Heaven save me,
I am my own enemy
My tooth chatters.
My knees are buckling
Father, don't let me fall
My enemies call.
The walls are cracking and water seeps in
My soul is weary
I feel rather dreary.
Father forgive me
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2011
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