All Faults Admitted

My Soul a burning fire
flames shall cease never around me
although I feel tremendous heat
He watches down on me
never fell victim to burns
nor have I given up
With each mistake, a lesson learned
Simply living is never enough
I'm not perfect, no man is
Thou shall not kill
Imagine how it would feel losing your kid
Lord forgive me for things I wish I did
wash away sins commited while wishing
For one can only be truely happy
When all faults are admitted

by Byron Cornell Ford II

Comments (1)

B.C.- You have said so much without the waste of words. Your poem has caused we to really think! I like that! An excellent poem! A ten.