Forgiven

A sense of lost was felt A sense of being wasn’t until… A hearten iciness did not melt Encasing those of sins to feel Drifting away becomes welcoming Serving no one with something to lose No longer from within am I listening When a world serves no more to choose I do not mind the people staring Knowing they’ll never see me anyway Times too change for quiet fairing For myself to never stay an everyday And it wasn’t there… I cannot find A sense of being… a dire for hope I was giving in… was I unkind? Yet of faith unmeant… I made broke How long was I gone? Did I return… torn and broken? Did I give in to feel belong? For my sense of lost to be forgiven