Forgiveness of the Night
Sinking under my skin -
a boiling vortex of quicksand -
my faults parch my throat,
gnarled hands squeeze my psyche.
I accept the blame into my soul
knowing innocent mistakes
are meant to be forgiven.
I walk, head held high
into the forgiveness of night,
no longer needing to lament
the past as my missteps dissolve
and slip through my teeth.
The error that I made was solely mine. I made it with good intentions, not to be blind.
I make few errors when it comes to love, this time I made an error that would prove to behove.
I have made a grave error but it can be undone, the error I made, this can be outrun.
My trust for you has been broken, how can you do this to me again, how can your heart remain unbroken and mine is in pain.
Why are your words like daggers, why do you cut me so, here in my veins you pain me so.
This to me confirms that the error I have made, my error was correct, my error to walk away from you was accurate.