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 […]
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
