The Penitent Comments

Sooner or later, everybody reaches the penitentiary, where 'the room is empty, lonely as a still life'. Nice poem; Thanks Jeet.

i hve just sent u a comment and voted your poem a big 10. if you hve time would u read my poem if you die before me and vote it.? thank you dear poet.tony

The room is empty, lonely as a still life, but the water stains speak with your voice, Honor me, honor everything. feeling of repentance and human reactions to the past life.. struggles, desire for peace and inner comfort....... all these thoughts came into my mind as i read this poem. thank you very much. tony your expressions and the use of words are so fine..