The Poem That I'd Never Write, by Where The World Ends
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I forgive you
I can’t forgive the action
But I forgive the actor
The forgiveness is palpable
Amidst the fear
I don’t forgive you
It tears my soul
It gnaws at my heart
The fear that demands;
I have been forgiven
I cannot be forgiven
What does it mean
The cycle that splashes
Through my veins from my heart
Frozen, dead at the scene
Blue like the lips of the corpse
Drowned by the inability
To make a choice
And the fear dissipates
Like the puff of an
Uncommitted smoker
But you meant it
And no one will forgive
Or understand
That to live in fear of life
Is worse than
To live in fear of death
I am free
But forgiveness won’t come |
Posted: 2015-06-12 21:32:18 UTC |
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