A Life Not Lived
I am not remembered in any form or way
Undeserving of their love and respect.
I understand, and yet I grieve.
For myself.
For what I lost
Ignoring the ones who could have
Showered me with love
But did not
Because they knew me not.
I reserve my place in the cosmos
Of ignorance
Recognizing truth and love
once again upon the throne of death
as I enter a kingdom I do not deserve
The angels grabbed me and gave me
what I had sought on earth in the form
of lust, not even my biggest mistake.
My soul cries now
At a life not lived.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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