WHERE'S MY GUILT
I was like crystal,
So pure and holy,
From the belly of my mother's womb,
And heaven knows me.
Then this journey of life
Suddenly treks into me
From far end of man's crafts
Through miles across west
And engulf me in lost of lifes misseries.
It engulfed me like cloud
And swallowed me in naughtiness
Dragged me into countless conscience
Of regret each moment I ponder.
Nothingless seem so dear
While something strong came like just
Even though I've toiled away so soon
From the shadows of man
Into hollow meek of pains
Without blame that my mind could accept
I am here in this endless tunnel
Without blinks of light from afar
But don't let me expel my strength
In this drain of darkness and death
Please take my hands Oh lord
And bring me into your new world again
Amidst children so pure to be born
Hence you calve me like a new creature
Fro I admit my faults and tears of almost losing you lord.
Wash me again in your crystal water of love.
Hug me in this pool of tears
Throw me not far from your alter of purity
Now I admit my guilt
Which travelled many moons ago
Help me oh lord for your trust I dare not.
About this poem
I found myself in a circle of unattracted attitude.Battling with my conscience had brought me sleepless night,leaving me in pool of judgement against myself.Perhaps,man is doom in a the pool of negative behaviour but something could only heal if we bury oir pride and ask God for forgiveness.''MERCY'' spoke for me!
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Written on January 12, 2022
Submitted by Bossmanas on January 12, 2022
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,123 |
Words | 237 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 5, 4, 6, 4, 5, 6 |
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