If my sins returned as monsters
if each lie awoke a ghoul
there would be no hiding place
nor shelter for my soul.
For my wrongs are many
and forgiveness has been spent
what with all the ills I've wrought
'twould be inane to try repent.
The careless sounds slipped from my tripping lips
the thoughtless flapping of my tongue
those simple phrases cost me dearly
on my shirtsleeves they've been hung.
Looking back at past events
I find it quite absurd
that God dost grant us no device
to unspeak a wicked word.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
If my sins returned as monsters
if each lie awoke a ghoul
there would be no hiding place
nor shelter for my soul.
For my wrongs are many
and forgiveness has been spent
what with all the ills I've wrought
'twould be inane to try repent.
The careless sounds slipped from my tripping lips
the thoughtless flapping of my tongue
those simple phrases cost me dearly
on my shirtsleeves they've been hung.
Looking back at past events
I find it quite absurd
that God dost grant us no device
to unspeak a wicked word.
I always find myself looking back thinking: "I really said THAT?!"
--Ace
Request permission to use this poem