The pitied self, with silent screams,
In muted sleep midst missing dreams
Awakes refreshed and thinks it’s strong,
But twisted thoughts say that’s so wrong.
When logic speaks with sounds not heard,
A savage side awakes and stirs.
The thin walls virtue builds are torn,
And selfishness once more is born.
That selfish side not often seen,
A razor knife that slips between
What’s really wrong and what should be
And rips it raw for all to see.
Stupidity had made my choice,
Transformed to words in troubled voice.
Then consequences crushed my heart,
And pierced my soul like poisoned dart.
When reason comes from him who knows
That patience wins and surely shows
Forgiveness lets things be ignored,
And what has been is now restored.



...PK



You are wonderful and lack nothing. Your kindness, brilliance, and huge heart is who you are. Wonderful writing as usual Dad. Good luck in the contest.



. 'cause when I make a promise I usually keep it! 
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