What's Lost Can'T Be Found
What’s lost can’t be found,
what’s old can’t be familiar.
Sincerity freely reeks-
crimson tears run down my cheeks.
Breathing became breathless and my lungs
became empty from the washing away of
my innocence.
Forevermore is gone-
never more will you forgive.
Leaving became restless as I pleaded in
remorse for things I said out of exasperation-
This whole mess is just a terrible fabrication.
I beg for atonement-
you became my opponent.
My Chartreuse laurels represent simplicity,
they are deep-rooted in compassion and virtue.
Believe me when I say I know I am not
blameless,
or shameless,
just penitential,
and consequential.
I need a sigh from you. You know I’d die for you.
I crave a fresh start
from you to my heart.
Free me from my misery as I count the ways
I could make it up to you-
This feeling of lamentation
brings no salvation.
I’ve needed healing since the first day of creation.
Please relieve me from this condemnation.
Barricading internally brings heartache you
wish to never reveal.
Saturating myself in grief brings my soul
to never feel.
Severity of this situation will never bring
alleviation.
Repentance freely reeks-
crimson tears run down my cheeks.
Fictional write
March 5, 2017
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