I stand here naked before the sun. There is no place to hide. I wear my sins as a cloak for all to see.
I’m on my knees, begging for forgiveness.
Although, what I have done in this life is unforgiveable.
Her name is written on the skein of time and space.
I sit here in my drunken stupor and regret so much.
There is so little time … so little time.
Soon I’ll be dead and gone.
How long before my sins are forgiven?
When my bleached bones wash up on a distant shore?
When she who I have wronged and demeaned is in heaven?
If I could … I would go back and undo what I have done.
Know this … my karma will follow me into the next life. Hopefully, once there, I will be allowed to make amends.
I loved you … I loved you … I loved you so much. And I am so goddamn sorry.
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Andrew, dark words straight from the heart! Wonder how many other people have those thoughts? Happy Wednesday, my friend! ? Christine
I’m just sitting here looking for an excuse to not work on my latest book. So I threw out a few words. It’s better than working.
Super words. Touch many of the regrets we pick up through life.
My main regret (this week) is that I didn’t buy two bottles of vodka. I may be snowed in for the duration.
I keep an eye on the necessities for sure. I buy my Willett bourbon in 1.5 liter bottles.
You, my friend, are a piker. I buy my vodka in 55 gallon drums.
Ha ha ha. Damn. I need a Bourbon derrick
Whoa. In a darker place today I see. Sometimes I do worry about you.
Sometimes I worry about myself … but not too much.
Well, you got your brain working! Get back to the book. I need company working on mine! New. Years goal, write everyday! ? Christine
I’m taking a snow day … I’ll make up for it later.
very cathartic. nicely done
Thank you for reading it.
Good job, Andrew. Catharsis is good for the soul. That reminds me… ❤
“Catharsis” is such a cool word. Thanks.
Zoe’s other half here…
As you well know, our past makes us who we are in the present. And I’d say you’re a gem, but you might get too comfortable. 🙂 Seriously, though, pulled the heart strings, beautifully written.
Thank you, Zoe. I can always count on you to give me the cat’s point of view.
De nada, mi amigo.
Well, isn’t this a party…. Actually, I was rather moved by this I could see someone reading it and felt the “catch” in their throat and the tear escaping by running down the side of her face. You have a way with words, has anyone ever told you that?
Naw … most of the time people tell me I suck …
dude…
The somber tone curls the toes and make memories vivid! Surely, you could share a vodka with me as we stagger and weep together… Beautiful, spontaneous, and poignant! Quite obviously from the heart… See you next life with John Howell – Vodka and Willett and my Rum ought to do it! ♥
Pretty Dark, Andrew. Some people do their best work from that place – have to count you among them but don’t stay there.