Flung into swirling darkness,
The voices of those I have wronged
Echoing anger and pain into my soul.
No hope of peace, no respite from shame.
Wanting to undo the evils of my wicked life
But incapable of any action.
No pardon, no forgiveness.
Only the cruel memory of the thoughtless things I have done.
All the times I could have helped, but did not.
All the good i did not do.
All the times I put my own self above the law.
My disloyalty to the truth.
These things have devoured hope,
Leaving me damned.
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Written December 8th, 2004
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A contest entry
- by KalieDovIsiON.
300 points, ended December 11, 2004, 13 entries
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Wow, a poem about the wages of sin! I really like it, because most of the things I've read is where everyone else shoulders the blame. But I like it, because it talks about taking resposibilty for these actions and how in the end we all have a price to pay...anyway, truly awesome poem.
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A truly deep poem, that shows someone discovering the error of their way. You always did have a way with words my friend. Keep up the good work.
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Wow, this portrays a lot of guilt. It's written very well. It sounds to me like a person suffering in an unwanted eternity suffering what they've done in life wishing they could undo what they have done in the past. But what I think is strange, is a lot of people don't care about what they do until they're punished for what they've done. Awsome job. It was a joy reading this.
*~*Queefie*~*
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