For E.J.I
The hoof-like pounding of my guilt-ridden chest
Whenever my mind sways in that direction
Only causes to remind me of my err
And of my direly done transgression
Nothing can drive it from my mind
It reeks the stench of wretchedness
And for my sins
Your forgiveness
Is what I beg
Copyright Teri Grace
19th August 2015
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