Stolen Time

I stole
your time

I manipulated
away
your golden years

The funk
does not
go away

For
no matter 
how much
I give penitence

like grease
stained
on a 
Versace
designed shirt

the residue 
remains

your belief
in me
is pure 

and 
as you age
my shame
grows

Fear

abyss
of rejection

drove me
to ignore
the impact
I made

Today
I am chasing
time

to repay
all I have
taken

I am blindly
building
an empire

With every
few bricks
placed
a single 
brick is
set aside

somehow
someway
I need 
to learn
how to
build quicker

Lord give
me

This time.....