He Begs Forgiveness
Someone I tore from my life
like an insect from my skin
left behind a sting
relying on my enduring nature
to bury his bullet-words in the sand
and smooth it over, softly.
He begs the sweet balm of forgiveness
tells me to induce forgetfulness
and wash it all away
but what if I would rather
remember?
Treading the finest line between
friendship and hate
Please, he says, I-
my arms stay clamped to my sides.
Somehow
Someone I tore from my life
a loathed paragraph from a dense chapter
wrote himself back across
my heart
in permanent ink.
He got forgiveness.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | January 27, 2010 - 14:22
'Somehow
Someone I tore from my life
a loathed paragraph from a dense chapter
wrote himself back across
my heart
in permanent ink.'
I really don't have much to say except that this poem is... exceptional. The quoted verse is one of the best I read in poetry and the poem as a whole is just amazing; poignant in its nature, yet reassuring, somehow... ;-)
A poem I will remember and often reread in the future. I can't give a big enough 'well done' for this one.
Nathan.
MistressDistress | January 27, 2010 - 15:47
Nathan- thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you! :D
Kahdai | February 9, 2010 - 19:08
Oh thats beatiful writing, but a horrible thought for me, permanent ink, sting or bullet. I'm sorry for you to forgive that. I'm very unforgiving, I don't know if I'm glad or sorry about that...