Best Self Reproach Poems

An offensive mirror
produces my face,
and ears listen to a
hackneyed heart beat

The stench of stagnant 
breath confirms my 
identity and smoker’s 
status. Sixty a day

The cold floor held
by blood drained feet,
a razor held in hand
at mannequin angle

The bile in my throat and
the fur on my tongue
congealed...

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It's not too late
To change for good
Clean our ways
Clean our lives.

It's not too late
To repent from sin
Repair bad traits
Prepare soul for cleansing....

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