Thinking back to the past few months,
Who knew I would be here?
Sitting alone, feeling insincere.

I’m looking back at my mistakes,
Trying not to regret,
But I’m engulfed by this frightening fret.

The clock is ticking,
I can’t stop the time
Why did I even commit this crime?!

I wandered thru and found luck
And it just walked away
Telling me it had nothing to say.

I wandered more and found hope
Asked it to be my defender,
It shook its head and whispered,
“I’m sorry, but I surrender…”