Karma
I dread the frost chill of morning
My thoughts twist like barbwire
Remembering the shock, the life I took.
Each time the same face before me
Blood on my hands.
I wish someone could help me to understand.
Stuck between nightmare and reality
I can no longer filter the truth.
Did I do this dreadful thing?
I tell myself it must have taken
Place in some other timeline.
Karma I have to work through
A memory I cannot shake.
It clings to me, fills every pore.
There is no way to mend this dreadful deed
How can I give back a life taken?
I sleep each night, hoping it is in my past
I pray to God it isn’t something yet to come…
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