From within these prison walls I cry,

In solitary silence, I long for another time.

A time before my grave sin, a time before

my mortal crime.

If but I could turn back this clock,

The things I would change,

And directions anew would I take.

For this crime,

lingers still within the chambers of my tortured mind

forever locked by this malevolent past,

chained of heart, and impaled by the harp of time.

I would surrender all, for just another chance,

To look upon your sallow face and beg our love,

just one more dance.

However in ill regret,

I think not this chance I will get.

And forever I shall be,

A prisoner of misdeed

For all of eternity.

Oh dear mother,

Forgive

Me.

J. Allen Wilson © 12-22- 2003