Chained

I returned from death, but nothing had changed,
Still chained to my doubts, my lies, estranged.
Hope flickered for a visit from those who knew my name,
But their silence told me: I had myself to blame.

Time slips away; my heart weakens each day,
No mountains to move, no grandeur to say.
A stranger to myself, a man unwhole,
Lost in the fragments of a shattered soul.

Forgive me, I beg, for the pain I’ve sown,
For the lies I’ve nurtured, the seeds I’ve grown.
I dreamed of redemption, a chance to make right,
But time, unyielding, devours the night.

Regret is my shadow, it clings to my grave,
A monument to the love I wasted away.
If once, just once, I had dared to be true,
Perhaps God’s mercy would break through.

But now I stand, a sinner confessed,
Longing for peace, for a soul to rest.
In the eyes of the divine, I seek to be free,
Hoping forgiveness might still wait for me.