SORRY

Amon

I know who I have been

A stubborn scoundrel without remorse 

Dodging my ears away from the sagacity of your reprimand

Boasting on the stench of my horrible being

 

The seeds of life that you planted on me

I guarded not on them and were scoffed by careless hungry birds

I preferred darkness instead of light

I auctioned my life in the idiocy of recklessness

 

Now I know, mom

How I pauperized myself out of stupid hauteur

I have disgusted myself before your blessings

Now all is wind that  I bring home, all I run after

 

I have been a wanderer since then 

Searching for an entrance into the clock room 

To plead with the Timer for a rewind of time, 

All he offered is advice that I pay the only fine prize to you

 

Mama, I need your touch once more,  'I AM SORRY' 

 

 

  • Author: Amon (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 11th, 2021 08:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: Honor your parents
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 24
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • Accidental Poet

    The past is exactly that. The future is there for you to reinvent yourself. Be the person you can be proud of. By the way, excellent write. ; ) AP

    • Amon

      okay, AP thanks for your tour

    • Goldfinch60

      Good emotive words Amon.

      Andy

      • Amon

        thank you sir



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