Talking to God

Can you hear the regret in my voice

or is the look of pain

on my face enough to suffice.

Do you need me to get down on my knees

as I offer you up

my sorrowful pleas.

What else do you wish me to do

to prove it is me

at fault not you.

I have lost count of all the chances

I have wasted

the opportunities on which

I could have feasted.

Instead I always took the easiest route,

more attracted to

the forbidden fruit.

I hurt everyone who stood in my way

I never took the time

to listen to what they had to say.

Now I am wondering have I left it too late

for me to tell you

I have rediscovered my faith.