Daniel Clarke

It’s an almost a tangible sense of doom
Like a misty haze has beset the room
In which I sit and ponder “why?”
It’s come to this, a clouded eye
Keeping me from seeing what must be done
That I may walk again out in the sun
A guiltless man, careless, free
A different man, far from me
I’ve committed wrongs, and heinous sins
I can no longer tell where the list begins
Of all the things I’ve done and now regret
And cause me to worry, stress and fret
How do I deliver my restitution?
Without ending up in an institution
I call ‘pon gods, new and hold
Whom I’ve given a shoulder icy cold
“Help me now, I call to thee
Tell me how I can be free”