Repentance Hour -

As we learn, as we learn

We try to forget

I loose the necktie, lift my head to breathe

The air is thick as milk, let me nurse it in

The taste is sour tar

Yesterday is now

My treasured penitence

Craving forgiveness

I stopped in midnight

Tomorrow won’t come

How I wish to escape

The blame I cursed myself

Faring indignity is my pastime

My job is to regret

A night after another without any dream

No god to guide me into a reverie

I stare at the clock in sweat

The repentance hour is here