Remorse Poem by Devon McElveen

What a tedious journey I have left upon
Yearning for the end to appear anon.
Remorse I feel has pained me so
And caused once friends to become foes.

Oh God! Do you not feel shame?
A mere sacrilege to your holy name?
To allow a son to rob from those who’ve died
And conjure a creature as grotesque as I.

The world you’ve created has now ridded me
And continued throughout its mutability.
Your sons and daughters seem excommunicated,
Their mind emptied and thoughts sedated.
Their abhorrence to me has only augmented
As my heart becomes more and more rented.
I can not understand this barbaric race.
Am I an evil you plan to efface?

Fear not, for I alleviate such a wish
And continue my journey with survival at risk.
I see my words presented with such guile.
These questions I have, no answers have been revealed.
They say you are the one who has created.
Why would you bring me in a world where I am hated?
I, desponded, ask for your reply.
Why would you negligently cast me aside?

Your pinnacle of achievement is the birth of man
And I am a mistake with the appearance of the damned.

(March 29,2011)