Forgotten Moment
A flash of light signals coming dawn.
An acknowledgment that I was wrong.
My guilt sends me to my knees,
Wracked with unspoken apologies.
Sorry for the way I lied.
Sorry for the things I hide.
You put up with all my worst.
My faults laid out in a black-tinted hearse.
Begging forgiveness for my sins,
The truth of the matter starts creeping in.
For me it's too late to seek atonement;
I've been stuck in a forgotten moment.
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A/N: I wrote this poem for a class. That's actually where I did a lot of my writing. This poem actually got published, not in a main stream publication, but in a collection of poems from middle and high school students across the country.