Remorse

I sat by the corner of my bed
With the ache in my heart
For the pain I had given.
I use to be morning light
He told me once.
I use to be fresh breeze
He told me twice.
And I use to be his asset
He told me always.
But i lead him for funeral.
The permanence of pain will never evaporate
The permanece of guilt will be eternel.
Life is evasive for what i ask
conflict between self denial or betrayal.
It leaves me weak
The funeral will be remainder
of righteous conflict.
Its memories will be resuscitated
Till the pain evanesence forever