Forgiveness Feels Like a Rotted Grave
“If you do not forgive
you bind them to your self.”
Words spoken
by the unknowing
to those who know
the death of self.
Demon’s be damned!!!
Come
commiserate with me.
Join me
around the fire
of scorched souls.
Carry this stain,
this fearful thing,
this death
of all that was
or might have been.
Resurrect your self
remake your broken soul
escape their rotted grave.
©5/29/2018
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