I hurled some scathing comments;
Now I am left alone to brood
My soul, now guilt torments..
Hurtful words escaped my lips
Before conscious thought could restrain
How I wish those Freudian slips
Within the realm of my mind could remain!
Insults are like arrows once shot
To injure, they are destined
No apology can then blot
The stain they leave behind.
I repent, and writhe in pain
Pure forgiveness I seek
My suffering seems to be in vain
Prospects of it are bleak.
Years had passed, time had flown
The insult an incident forgotten
Since then, though, insomnia I’d known
Guilt so heavy, making me feel rotten.
And just as I thought to my grave
Without forgiveness I was headed,
God’s will intervened, a sinner to save
With forgiveness I was rewarded.