I have been unjust to you
Proclaiming my soul
My undying devotion
Yet turning away
When you hurt
I failed to reach for you
When you cried
I failed to look at you
When you begged me to
Now here I am
On bruised knees
Begging you to show
me
The mercy I failed to show
you
Forgive me
For never having the
courage
To want to experience your
pain
Even if it meant just
looking at you
This is great, Trish. Your words are like the philosopher's stone...If it be true that words are the vessels with which we carry our emotions, your blog is the epitome of this vessel. Great stuff. Keep writing. :)
ReplyDeletethat's some deep stuff.........
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