No rest for the wicked.
All those evil things I’ve done.
Got forgiveness and punched my ticket.
Except for you, the damage done!
No Rest For The Wicked
No rest for the wicked.
All those evil things I’ve done.
Got forgiveness and punched my ticket.
Except for you, the damage done!
Dennis Mantin 
What a striking and compact piece!
Your lines carry a bold mix of grit, regret, and raw honesty. The contrast between forgiveness received and the one wound that still echoes gives the poem real emotional weight. It lands with the kind of tension that stays with the reader long after the final line.
A powerful, punchy reflection — beautifully done.
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