Repentance Poem
Repentance Can you hear me high up there? Watching over from the air, I call on you, there’s not much left; Despite my skills that once were deft. I’ve promised over and over again. I’ve pledged to change without an end. Yet, none of this amounts to dirt, When I turn away and hurt What once defined me with great joy. No longer am I just a boy. I now petition, but of no use. My heart is still breaking loose From frigid chains that bound it tight. They kept me held in such a fright. I plead with you; this time I’m sure. May you please help provide my cure.