My Pain Poem by saliu ahmad

'Your little son I was, your little son I will always remain before you I stand a prodigal for I had brought you shame
Days at home were like hell and wrong in my rights have always been days of my righteousness awaits you only if I could forget the past and turn my pain to my power
Yet I could not forget the past for it may allow the present to lead me to heartlessness my humble heart deserve the greatest goodness you want'