Repent, Repent, Repent Poem by Christopher White

Repent, Repent, Repent



In these violent dreams,
That do repeat
These silents sounds
Make my spirit weep.

Trapped with my thoughts,
I can't retreat.
This twilight ends
When my conscious sleeps.

Friday, April 3, 2009
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