Not Winning
by Michael J Falotico
I wish I could hold forgiveness in my hand,
and sprinkle it over lives like grains of sand.
Maybe some may reach a certain few.
So then they might know that I hurt too.
Guilt and anger drain our soul for new beginnings.
Regardless of what "Charlie Sheen" says we're not winning.
Only covering sinning..
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