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I confess now, I did a wrong before,
But if I can, I wish to make it right;
It may not be what fate did have in store,
But it happened, that ugly unfair fight.
It was he, who provoked me, stirred the pot,
Unintended names he called, hit the heart;
Calm I stood, as I would, till his word shot,
Lost control, for that wound, took me apart.
Soon I had him beat, but I did not stall,
Emotions unchecked, I pushed, took him out;
That night still fresh, memories tell it all,
Remorse I feel; in dreams, I hear his shouts.
Would he forgive me, if I begged him now?
Or does vengeance sit deep in mind somehow?
© Leo 23/July/2011