Consequences that haunt my life,
Let me go, let me live in peace.
It's worth nothing to regret,
It doesn't mean anything to go back and be better.
There is no redemption before God if
humility is the norm,
Why am I still being judged?
why am I condemned if
Has time passed?
Consequences, abandon me,
stop beating me, stop being me
tombstone in life.
History should remember
the best, but seems to remember the worst.
Maybe he deserves the consequences,
Maybe it's right that they terrify me,
If I deserve his condemnation and that of everyone,
I am guilty forever.
There is no future or exit, it is a prison,
which is deserved, and they would have to
end me
Because what I did was atrocious,
What I did is unforgivable.
Where did I leave my baby lying?
Did I never come back for him?
Where is it now? Does it no longer exist?
The night swallowed him with his fears,
death, get fed up with me and don't let me continue
being able to breathe with this terrible act
that I committed
The pain will never leave me.
Oh, consequence, how right you were,
you knew the truth beforehand.
Now, there is nothing more to do.
What a haunting poem! If only we reflected on remorse and the weight of consequences of every action, maybe, just maybe we would be less prone to choices or actions that bring regret and guilt.
The imagery of the lost baby and the heart-wrenching torment that follows adds an emotional depth to this piece. I believe redemption starts with the individual. Beautifully written! Thank you for posting your poem in the Scholar N Scribe community. !PIZZA 🙂
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