REPENTANCE
Like a needle of belated regrets,
insomnia & nbsp; biting & nbsp; at night,
in & nbsp; blood & nbsp; skin & nbsp; & nbsp; step & nbsp; day & nbsp; & nbsp; steps,
leading to forgotten little things.
And thrown & nbsp; in vain absurdity,
and & nbsp; replicas & nbsp; obstinate & nbsp; trash,
and & nbsp; neglect & nbsp; my misdeeds & nbsp; & nbsp; idle
with an iron & nbsp; tenacity & nbsp; bite & nbsp; into me…
And maybe all the wounds & nbsp; & nbsp; remorse
disturbing conscience bruised hell
prickly & nbsp; serpentine & nbsp; & nbsp; redemption & nbsp;;
ever return me back?
And & nbsp;there & nbsp; me & nbsp; forgive & nbsp; & nbsp; native & nbsp; & nbsp; shadows,
and & nbsp;will I go down I & nbsp; silently & nbsp; on & nbsp; my knees?