Sunday, March 21, 2010

random 3

The forgiver, he said he was
for he had nothing else to give
forgiveness was the only precious thing
he was left with, to give meQ

I took it, teary eyed
but never found a use for it
The shelf space was occupied
by the mementos left by sorrow and guilt

his last gift, stayed wrapped,
I never could open it
I my darkest hours,
I wanted to wrap myself in its enveloping light
...... But I never could!

1 comment:

Solitude said...

You can really write some depressing stuff...
But its really well written. Love the bit "his last gift, stayed wrapped, I never could open it"