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Daemon Delano May 2018
Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.



Forgive me mother.

Search your heart.

You are my maker.

How great thou art.



When I try to say what matters,

and everything goes south,

the heat of the moment makes me stutter.

I lose control of my mouth.



When everything falls silent,

and I realize what's been said,

I no longer can repent.

Instead I'm filled with dread.



When I try to say what matters,

and instead I'm overwhelmed,

I ignore the endless chatter.

I now just want to be held.



Once it's all said and done,

those words weigh heavy on my mind.

I feel empty and numb,

and simply wish I had been kind.



Forgive me mother,

for I have sinned.

Like most others,

I wish to make amends.
I wrote this when I got into an argument with my mother and said something I didn't mean. I was angry. As this happens often with many people during a dispute, I found myself having a reason to write my feelings out and yet again share them with the world. It's never pretty when you say things you don't mean. You get in a heated argument, become overwhelmed, Eventually, you panic and need to say something. But your so filled with rage and tension that you spit out the worst choice of words possible.

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