"A Plea"
By: Mike McCormick

Its hard to gather my thoughts at this time
So they'll have to coalesce in dejected rhyme
Its hard to recall how the trouble did start
The cause for the war ,lost in the hurt
Hours drag by and turn into days
Thoughts of how I hurt you, in so many ways
If only my thoughts had not been so base
If only I could forget the look on your face
These thoughts eat away at my sanity
If only you'd hurry, come back to me
But now I sit with naught but regret
To wonder, worry, and wish for a chance to repent
All of these thoughts the anguish inside
Fall into this poem a tumultuous tide
All I have left is a futile request
Might I receive your sweet forgiveness?