dancing
with guilt
and flirting
with revenge

saddened souls
cutting deals
with God, late
into the night

but then we
never knew we
had the power
to annihilate

or perhaps we did
and maybe that's why
sleep is so damn
evasive but

it's the dream
that will drench
old actions with
sorrow and regret

the remorse of
broken promises
we try desperately
to forget

but cutting a deal
with God is just
a despondent
and losing hand

as I slowly write
forgive me, please
in the smoothness
of the sand...