Redemption - Poem by Mark Heathcote
'Redemption' does it come with a sell by date
if it does; I fear I'm already too late.
See I've done my bit of blasphemy disrespectfully
but I've turned over a new leaf - oddly.
So, I query my past transgressions in earnest:
I've made many mistakes and was never ablest.
Does 'redemption' have its own, lock and key?
I know the jailer looking in the mirror is me.
A two edge sword is each personality;
forgiveness is a fine, bottled whisky.
Once you open it you want to drink it dry,
limits forgot then your ego, you espy.
Like sailors after an arduous journey,
on their shore leave winking at the honey's going by.
I ask myself is it a port in a storm
ah, 'redemption' why does it, leave me lukewarm.
I guess I don't have it, and never will
walk in the strait path of this obscure treadmill.
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