If I believed in karma,
I might feel calmer.
But I grab a drink,
To help me think.
Good actions backfire,
Even if some admire.
For others are mad,
Making me feel sad.
It wasn't with intention,
That I'm now in detention.
I done a good deed,
Now I'm left to plead.
I Set out to succour,
Now I need more.
I thought I was doing right,
I'm clearly not bright.
For one silly mistake,
Is making me break.
Karma can not be real,
Or this pain I would not feel.
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Author:
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Comments2
Too bad we can un-ring the bell on our mistakes. Very good job.
If only.. Thank you
Yes, agreed!
Great write
Thank you very much
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