I peer through
The corridors of time
Saw flashes of scenes
I recall my life
Regrets upon my brow
I rekindle some light
Reach higher as I am allowed
To the old me I find
Cover me like a blanket of security
Cloaked in disguise
From the filth that has become me
I can repent, if you can chastise
For the fire grows, and
Those around me are repelled
Somehow the tragedy is shown
Compassion nears them, but none are compelled
If only I was taught
To bring back the flicker
Of hope to change which I've sought
Lay down my atrocities and be the bigger.
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