Poor Student...

Strained but not sifted
some coarseness still left..
the hoarseness in my voice
comes from long anguished cries
Little wonder why the heavy heaved sighs
echo long in the Hall of Regret...
Those who say they have none,
i think are lying, if not to me, then to themselves,
for when we delve into ourselves who need not stand back
and look again at errors in judgement
and words said unwisely, in the heat of the moment?
Truths can be told without anger
Wisdom can be gained with flinching
Slowly but surely, step by step
On this Stairway to Heaven we are inching
Pinch me, if i fall asleep, lost in the dream...
                    05-09-10