I know I did much wrong in the past, <br />I know of the hurt I’d caused many <br />That had crossed my angry path, <br />And in shame I fall silent, as I linger back, <br />Linger back to a time when I was younger, <br />And prone to evoke such verbal attack, <br />And in guilt I hang: a pitiful weight, <br />So wishing I could return with a mind <br />In such a better, amicable state. <br /> <br /> <br />But we cannot change what has past. <br />It is written, set in stone to irrevocably last, <br />And there is nothing more that I can do, <br />Nothing more that I can say, <br />There is no forgiveness, nor words that can sway, <br />As the cloud that hangs above me turns an even <br />Darker, shade of grey. <br /> <br />I know I did much wrong in the past, <br />It’s ran its course, I mustn’t look back. <br />I can never return to the hearts of those hurt, <br />So in exile I’ll go forth and try, <br />Never to be that person; never lie, <br />And in humility I’ll live and say goodbye, <br />To everything I once was, to everything sly, <br />And welcome the person that I’d once so denied.<br /><br />Amy Gerrard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-at-wrong-things-done/
