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My Dear Poet Jan 17
if these tears are no proof of my apology
will you accept a drop of my blood
I am tired of saying I am sorry
bathing in your forgiveness of mud
if tears are not enough to win mercy
then death is the remedy for life
my need for you to forgive me
is as thick as the need for a knife
Khoisan Aug 2022
Lamenting
through pupillary logs
with disregard and no regret,
I look back
remembering as far as I can
tiny, specks.
walking down the road of forgiveness
a road he has been down before
tiresome
repetitive
painful
feels like someone's version of hell
he thought there would be a lesson
something learnt
something gained
walking down the road of forgiveness
only made him insane
every time he saw the face of each enemy's mistake
the burden of bitterness
refuses to be vanquished
in all of his anguish
he knows that it is pointless
to be walking down the road of forgiveness
a man who does not believe in forgiveness
kanma Oduwegwu Nov 2015
These days in doubt
my sanity proven
culled from my lovitude
or should I say attitude
maybe solitude
'cos I thought I was on guard
Until fall I did
without a thud,
slowly the fade began
until the voice stopped
no more reprimands
questions stopped
conscience slept
and I roared
happy to soar
then it returned
Fear,
pain,
uncertainty
and I retraced my steps
not without scars
for this haven we savoured
with its perks and glints
now hold ashes
for me,
us,
I can't sit still without thinking
of purity sold
guard let down
to lovitude's joy
as sorrow flooded
The wasted me

I might not relate to this
but I do translate it
can I still sit in your arms
without regrets of disappointments thrown
of regrets without end
for that moment this madness began.
JadedSoul Aug 2014
Why do people get married?
Really! Why even bother?
Hopes and dreams
These, all couples share -
A hope for a better future

But after "I do ",
hopes and dreams
turn into Expectations.
Instead of love and passion
Instead of nurture and care
We're held in a debt/debtor state
Until the end of our future

You said, you promised...
Nothing unconditional here!
No better than borrowing from the bank,
Held to imagined debts.
Love ceased.
Love died.
Love made way for a contract -
a sword of expectation

Forgiveness is highly conditional
extended perhaps once,
every 5 blue moons

Instead, let's keep all transgressions
in a special treasure chest
Instead of that love *******
Let's refuse to forgive
instead of together building a nest
Let's allow hatred to fester

— The End —