I REGRET

I’m tired of always being late.

I give up on my loads.

I’m tired of skipping

My morning meals with Thee;

Always coming late.

Leaving early.

Finding pleasure in sin.

With a patched heart,

With stitches feeling so tight.

Always being that clown,

With two bottles of attitude

Juggling to maintain life.

With all effort to maintain balance in Thee,

I keep skipping, sipping and never stop sinning.

I keep singing and never stop shagging.

I’m a rot, 

This I have been able to detect,

Because looking at life-

Looking at myself,

I see all that Thou planted in me dead.

Thy light is turned out in me.

The last time I tried switching on

I realized I have not paid my bills.

So with all the bills I owe Thee,

I come with, in my heart.

Begging of  Thee with knees on ground,

To be kind enough and not sentence me,

To the prison of self-destruction.

But accept me as one of  Thy children-

One of  Thy servants;

Who lost his way with the rules,

But now, back in right senses

To make restitution for all that he took.

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2015