MY LETTER OF GUILT

 MY LETTER OF GUILT

I woke up this morning,
asking myself if I still felt guilty,
guilty for ignoring what I should’ve done,
still gnawed  deep at my soul.

But what is it that I could do?
Looking back, its already late to take back all I had done,
the turbulent growl of my conscience numbed me continually,
and the fear vibrated my whole being like the whirr and hum of a violin,

The mistakes of youth and its excitement,
has turned me to a bagful of regrets,
and the consequences with it,
nearly tagged my life a wasted one,
and yes I still felt the guilt

Guilty for allowing my ears bath in false doctrines,
for allowing wrong ways seduce me like a naked whore,
and letting my legs swim in the oceans of evildoings,
and for letting my visions get blurred by wicked practices.

I had taken to beers like sweet wine,
and I had let the smoke from the pipes destroy my lungs,
tell me why I shouldn’t feel guilty,
even as I remembered the consequences that awaited me now,
I know I’m being encumbered with a burden of regrets

And if only I could change time or turn back its hands,
I would do well to avoid these mistakes
but since its impossible
I write to tell you to dread the part that I trode.