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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Deep in fathomless shadows I weep with woeful sighs. My heart, once so innocent, I have come to despise, and with each tear I cry for wrongs I have committed, I find myself unworthy of mercy; unfit to be acquitted. A broken promise is a grievous offense of a serious kind. I charge myself with the crime that can only be defined as one that now gives me the burden of carrying the pain of wounds on my odious soul that I abhor and disdain. I spun a wicked web of deceit when a friendship I defiled. Broke a trust as if the devil tickled my ear; I was beguiled. I wove a tapestry sewn with lies, words I shouldn't have said. I'm wrought with torment, forgiveness dangling by a thread. In penumbras of solitude, I hang my head in wretched despair. No cry for mercy will I beg. The suffering is mine alone to bear. I will remain veiled in the vestiges of transcendent invisibility, without expectation of empathy. I live in a state of culpability. It was a twisted path I walked, and I must carry all the blame for in the act of betraying my friend, I am drowning in shame. The boundary line between revenge and mercy is very narrow. I fear I'll not be forgiven if my field of benevolence lies farrow. Each night I wake in nightmare's bed, my body feeling chill. In haunting silence around me I hear my heart beating until I curse myself for turning away from a friendship I spurned, for in the fanned flames of what we shared, I was also burned.
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