Resurrection Poem by robert ortiz

The nightmares of yesterday are returning to haunt me today
The echo’s are merely taunts of the sorry’s I have given
They thrash down on me like a thousand knives
Unlike a bird which can fly free, I am helpless like dying rabbit in a trap
However, even a rabbit will sacrifice his foot for freedom
As the lord of death comes over the horizon
And as the sun sets in the west, the moon is in command of the night
Prowlers who in turn, turn to the aid of the dark lord
Who gets things in sixes?
Love he keeps for himself
Too selfish to give anyone else a chance
At a turn to get up and give the ritual dance
But to give a fool a second chance for a new life
A turn to the right
Not the left
A test will be given
To everyone who reflects a strong will to survive
The final words to any resurrection are
I’m sorry