contrite: FOWC with Fandango

Oh, so guilty

Contrite is what you call me 
and maybe you are right 
I’m not a hidden angel 
I don’t stay up all night. 
Please do not remind me 
of all the things I’ve done,
or things that I have said before,
or games that I have won. 
I hate to think that I’ve made 
mistakes along the way 
So here I sit so guilty 
It takes up most my day.

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Written for Fandango’s FOWC: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/04/07/fowc-with-fandango-contrite/

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