Deeds Of Old

• Isabella Wicks, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

My cruel misdeed I buried for so long.
My old wrong I committed still remains.
My shame rises up,
A black wave, enough!
I know what once I did not know,
That once I did, I cannot undo.
Death, my friend I present to you.
Their life now gone, the painful truth.
In times that have past,
I cannot last.
As one life ends,
So mine does too.
My burden of old
Has now been told.
I am free.