growing with up with someone’s reflection is a battle- a wounded stain, your groomed to their memories. your gaze is burried , dead to the forseen. your wonder in her praise , while your shadow flee.. invisibility is invited.

is forgiveness really becoming a sin!

when your eyes are swollen
weary becomes stiff

no path can mend old regrets.
the mirror is your sigh!

the reflection of neglect
I clench your pardon
rewrite my epiphany

for what I see , forgiveness is a gift
  whose remorse is immense
  with time you brew and stew

I cannot undo what I have done

She drunk her sorrow
   In a jar of lies,
    The taste of vain,
Indulged her ache,
    Consumed by pain
Her alley was frail,
   her sip to chaos, was too tempting,
     All bottled in rage.
      She brewed her madness ,
All she could take in
      Was a **** to freedom

Adam is gracious with a gaze
his lips sweetest of vines
his touch, grooms my ache,
the recall of smooches,
in a found night .
My soul wept
His tender regards,
aroused my ignition

I could not Fight my Grief

  So I  held my  wrath, starved for darkness ,
   My fury vindicated, so I craved for war
   I could taste the urge of my irony,
the suffrage of my scars ,
  
The open submission, was a pale reality.
    Was this my execution? Was I the bear of my chaos?
     The weight of my pain, was measured by scorn .

Her ,

Your not the burden of your past ,  
    You’re the hero of your thrive,  
     The beauty of today, the victor of tomorrow
  
     The weigh on your wrist ,  
     Scales your fear, you’re not the ruins of regrets ,


    Your hostile, bruised but whole ,
       Your raged , chaotic but whole
       All enough being selfless.


          
  Loving you is a conquest , the hero in her tale ,
            Let the storm erode, all the pollute to your grief ,  
            The silence of your aguish, is Courage,
               The tense of remorse ,is your savior


              Silenced by the distress,
                   let poise be your truimph
               Raise her , be your emir ,
                          Your light is ray,

A painted stare,
   for too long she’s left the weight of Mockery
    the grift of desperation in turmoil of chaos
     chained to love ,
    detained by humility ,
    confined by misery,  
Yet there’s madness stained
In the conviction of rage , her plea is fragile