The Piteous Chase
Often, I think about my twisted bliss,
all the things I didn't do or say amiss;
and heartbreaking grief stabs me like a knife.
O, sweet were the times when my soul felt a kiss!
But, piteous and forlorn has been my short life.
My deep unseen wounds can never be healed,
and when the book of my life is read- all will be revealed;
I wake from nightmares and weep until dawn,
seeking forgiveness, in many a church I have appealed!
My twisted path bloodstained and woebegone.
The dead come creeping in dreams full of blame,
their tears and wailing fill me with horrible shame;
mom, I didn't bring you home to die, my regret is vast,
husband, why did I not loudly our love proclaim!
Each night, I step through the threshold of the past.
It seems to me that my life from the start was doomed,
when at six, I watched my sister die- all my joy was entombed;
but lovely those beautiful times when I took a breath,
from the sadness and regret- that my life has consumed!
Yes, I have been damned from conception until my death.
O, dreadful are my dark thoughts and my words,
but thankfully, nowadays I find peace listening to birds;
and I wish, wish for an existence far less gloomy,
and to turn back, back time- turn time backwards!
And why must I ever, ever recall this dismal woeful journey?
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September 22, 2017
Poetry/Rhyme/The Piteous Chase
Copyright Protected, ID 17-9418-39-0
All Rights Reserved.
Submitted to the contest, Best Rhyming Poem
September-October 2017
sponsor, John Hamilton
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Rhyme Time With 5
sponsor, Laura Loo
First Place
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