Contrition

For two weeks, I was sitting in the prison cell Iron gates obstruct the way to be free Now, I've enough time to think about my offence This deed was dreadful and I deeply regret it I don't like to talk about the things that happened My mind has drifted to this transgression The pictures of the offence reflect in my brain Only now I'm realizing what I have done Horrible nightmares constantly cross my sleep At the time it's really hard to live in the cell Tears run over my cheeks I've never noticed that before