Rusted Mistakes

I wrap myself in the linens of hind sight and regret,.
An angel pleas to me from above,.
Visits my dreams, makes me feel whole,.
I wrap her in my own soiled hands,.
A cheater I am not,.
An impatient mind that wonders too far from my spine,.
Is what I am,.
Replace the linens of hindsight with the blankets of foresight,.
The mistakes I make today,.
Will haunt me tomorrow,.
The irony that is thrown from my mouth,.
Will rust when she finally makes it rain,.
And she walks away for good,.,.,.