Rising Sun Poem by Alex Walker

The constant remembrance of bad deeds done,
only hopeing they will all be gone with the rising sun.
Seeing sadness, hopelessness revealed,
knowing deep down my fate is sealed.

I want to say sorry for the wrongs i've done,
but the words they just don't come up like the rising sun.
My eyes flood with hopless tears,
of love and hate and passionate fears.

My mind is filled with the wrongs I've done,
seeing no more my hope of the rising sun.
A new day has come, come so fast,
I only hope that I can make it last.