fatima on line one

sick of me
I look for a new me.
i'm tired
of who I've become.
what I've done.n
I need a full
drenching of
holy water.
I need Lourdes and Fatima
to give me a call,
I need
saint Bernadette
and a host
of others
with halos to come
a knocking.
regrets. who is Sinatra
kidding?
he's had a few?
come on now.
each day is layered
in some form of regret.
I should have,
could have,
would have if only I hadn't
been such a dope
in that particular
moment.
the trouble is, is that
I've done it my way,
the wrong way.
the selfish
and inglorious mistake
filled way.
I've taken the low road
afraid
and full of fear
that I won't get another
chance
at love. at love on
the high road.