I stand at the end looking back....
seeing all that has gone before like shadows upon my mind...
alone in the dark my hands red with the mark of my guilt...
i stand there the madness of regret consuming me...
and i think of what could have been...
its easy now with hindsight to chose a differnet path...
knowing what will be...
and yet it cannot be undone...
my choices cannot be unmade...
i did what i did and so i must pay...
it might not mean much to those i have wronged...
but i would make amends...
if i could..
pride caused me to fall...
and i have been falling ever since...
a sinner in the eyes of man and god i have become...
yet my heart did not want this to be....
how could i have done this...
i gaze upon my hands..
rubbing them as if to wash away my crime...
but i am not worthy of redemption now....
for proud and willful was i...
so forgiveness is forever beyond my reach...
not that i deserve it...
i attempted to hide from what i had done
i tried to pass the responsability...
to make others to blame for my choice...
and to free me from my sin...
in reallity though i cannot escape...
my fate is deserved and eternal...
i will pay for my crimes...
in the heart of all men forever...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem