I slept and in my dreaming wept <br /> for promises I made: Unkept <br />The promises I did not keep <br />return to haunt me in my sleep. <br /> <br /> Sometimes prevailing circumstance <br />had meant that I had little chance. <br />To do what I said I would do, <br />at other times it’s sad but true. <br /> <br />Some promises I made were not meant. <br />I knew that I had no intent <br />of doing what I had promised. <br />There seems to be an endless list. <br /> <br />The guilt I feel is real and deep. <br />My conscience will not let me sleep. <br />All of the things I should have done <br /> but did not do each single one <br /> <br />Returns at night to punish me. <br />I must admit deservedly. <br />Sins from the past I now regret. <br />I only wish I could forget. <br /> <br />But I cannot although I try <br />Because I acted wrongfully <br /> I understand the reason why. <br />My guilty conscience bothers me. <br /> <br />3-Oct-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unwanted-recollections-for-j-t-ellison/
