What I Cannot Undo
On the Weight of Irrevocable Choice
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The choice I made returns in every breath
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
The days are chains that bind me to the past
Each step reminds me of that silent death
I turned away and now I bear the cost
The path grows darker though the years have crossed
Regret consumes the very life it left
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
I count the hours tally up the frost
The heart beats slow beneath its shroud of theft
I turned away and now I bear the cost
I hear the toll of all that I have tossed
Each memory strikes with merciless bequest
No prayer can mend the moment that I lost
About the Creator
Tim Carmichael
Let your becoming be louder than your fear, and your smallest steps become the road you once thought impossible to walk. An Appalachian poet and cookbook author my book Beautiful and Brutal Things is on Amazon, Link 👇
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