Poem

Prison of Regret

Michael Beck Michael Beck

I sit alone in silence, far from those I hold dear
They meet but I’m not with them, they laugh but I can’t hear
Their faces I remember, but do they still see mine?
How did this happen to me when things were going fine?
No, it must be a nightmare, I want it just to end
But every day I wake up, it hits me once again
I took so much for granted, the freedom that I had
Convinced what I was doing was really not so bad
But now it’s clearer to me, although it is too late
If only I had listened, I would not have this fate
I thought I was a wise guy, it’s others who get caught
How could I be so stupid, when I was so well taught?


Michael Beck is a pastor in New York City and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.