Memories haunt me from mistakes I've made.
I know not how to erase them from my mind.
Will the ghosts of the past forever control my soul?
Or will the echos fade and finally disappear with time?
How do I learn to live with my shame?
How do I explain away my ignorance
when I have only myself to blame?
Can I face my sins when I can't even own up to them?
Shall I disgrace God by asking for forgiveness when I can't forgive myself?
My sins aren't so horribly bad.
Not as bad as they could have been.
But in my mind they play over and over again.
Like a broken record that never ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem