Regrets Poem by john mcleish

Payer wee thing
I through ye up in te the night
in te the jaws o' the Beast
so messed up, I did ne' realize

Ye were ne' hurting anyone
just sitting there, on yur 'en
then I came along and killed ye
we' oot a care, or a whim

Hoo many times noo
hay ye come te me fur help
but I a'ways let you doon
so oot o' it, I did ne' realize

Leaving ye te die
I turned ma back on ye and left
noo every chapter o' this life
filled we' remorse and regret