My heart can't sleep, my eyes can't weep.
I prostrate myself at your feet,
Hands held up, weak, for you to speak
Forgiveness into my parched ears.
Your words - my manna from above -
Condmening my negligent love
Will also nourish that part of
My heart that's longing to be near
To you...I write these humble words
To put my penance into verse,
In hopes that I can break the curse
My foolish actions brought on me.
For if a poem my transgression
Then a poem my redemption:
Please forgive my indiscretion.
Come from heaven, set me free.
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i love this poem. I feel good when i were reading it to my parents asking for forgiveness.
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