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confession of a dying man

Poetry By: nighthawk
Poetry



a man always regrets his life...at the end


Submitted:Nov 29, 2011    Reads: 27    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


Confession of a dying man.

Forgive me father please do,

For I have sinned, I cannot lie,

Ask for my creator's forgiveness and mercy,

So I can find peace before I die.

I am at times weak of body and soul,

Weak of thought in my sinners mind,

I have hurt people that love me dearly,

My weakness made me so blind.

I ask for your mercy now,

As my time is filled with pain and strife,

How I wish I could change all I regret,

Like most do at the end of their life.

I raised my hand in anger to my love,

To my children too when I was there,

Put myself and drink first,

Never took the time to say sorry or show I care.

Bitter words I hurled at she who chose love me,

Insults to her hair, her body, her best dress,

She deserved so much better than a gambling man,

But she always silently took second best.

Those whose dignity I destroyed for fun,

Those on whom I cheated and stole,

I am truly remorseful for my deeds,

Truly I am from within my soul.

It is only as I lay dying on this bed,

That I see my failings as a man,

She stayed with me loyally each day,

But it is only now that I give a damn.

I cast aside a good and true life and love,

To pursue my selfish goals,

Now it is Me who is begging for a chance,

Save me from the bottomless pit of lost souls.

I am an unworthy man whose life was a lie I see,

I caused untold pain and didn't care less,

Now father, my creator I beg for your mercy,

At the end you hear all that I confess.





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