Confession of a criminal to the Father in a church.
My dear Father today i want to confess
I don’t know from where to begin and how to begin
the truth of my black past
Father since my birth i don’t know where are my parents ?
I was born and bought up in a orphanage
I always wanted to lead a rich and glamorous life
I always felt jealous to other people ,
Why they were leading a good life and food
and i was -deprived of every thing
One day i ran away from orphanage and
I made my own world
the world of crime and every thing bad
I just wanted to earn money
I just wanted to prove the word small
I just wanted to prove me the biggest
And for that i was ready to do anything
Anything , any crime , anything worst
Father i have crossed every limit
How many crimes i have done i can’t count on fingers
How many homes i have destroyed , count less
Father please show me the path
When i look back
I am shocked , i am surprised with me
Why i didn’t stop myself
Why no one stooped me
Why i didn’t understand that
Some day i will repent for it.
Was it my fate ?
Is it my destiny ?
Why all those things today i can under stand ,
But i fate , destiny , pathdidn’t understand before
What is my fate father ?
Please help me father ,
Please show me the path father
Please show me the path…
Please…
Please
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