What are my memories but a fiction
A story scrubbed clean from the truth
Free from regret and consequence
And from the sins I've tried to hide
What are our lives but a symptom
Of our actions our words and our thoughts
We tell ourselves we had no choice
And that we did the things we had to do
When a door opens we walk on through
With no thought to the future or cost
We hear the things that make it easier
As we turn our lies into the truth
I feel the sins of my father lay down with me
So easy lies that path
But the woes of my mother yell out at me
And is the light that Pulls me back
Will I be the father I want to be
Or are these my lies turned to truth
Will I protect my children from my sins
Or will mine lay down with them too
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Author:
Daniel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Growing up we do stupid things. We drink too much, may take things we shouldn't. So this is a poem about hoping my kids follow a better path.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments3
It's funny how we fall into the same old patterns we sought to avoid . I vowed never to repeat my parents misguided mistakes but every day is a battle to tread a different path. This poem really resonated with me.
Thank you Camille
bloody loved the end verse, this is just gold.
Thank you Tropicana for you great comment!
I like your poem, we can all relate.
good flow, and structure, thankx for sharing. ww
oh, if only we could be acquitted for all the sins we have committed.
Haha I think it will take more than a poem for that!! Thank you for your comment.
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