Emaciated, he looked gaunt,
His past continued to haunt,
His vile deeds of
the yore,
Gnawed at his innermost core.
Decomposing his
life gone by,
He awaited his verdict with a sigh,
His few remaining days on earth,
Of love, there was a dearth.
Repentance, it crossed his mind,
‘Too little, too late’, he resigned,
No one else will ever come to know,
To the grave, he will take his woes.
PROMPT COURTESY: 3WW
I like the way you got the three words in here, well played.
ReplyDeletegreat use of the three words. i felt his loneliness in this piece. why is it that people can't share their woes with others? it always makes me feel better to talk things out when i can. hope all is well. have a great night~
ReplyDelete'His vile deeds of the yore,
ReplyDeleteGnawed at his innermost core.'
it's too bad he feels that he can't repent and he take it to the grave.