Tales From A Life Best Forgotten

A Sinners Prayer

This reckless wasteland consumes all
As echoes past fly aimlessly.
Where empty, twisted, lifeless times;
Announce the death of love, and me.

Bitter dreams of once you were
Await the birth of future times.
Tragic tales, complacent whims
Wherein the end of everything.

Oh unseen angels cry for me
My sins of flesh, mere barren thought.
The soul no more holds sacred dreams,
Pray grant me peace, give sanctuary.

                                                               

                                                                     Reah Roberts ©2009

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