Forgiveness
10-7-04

To the one who sought forgiveness At the end of a rope It’s far too late already You gave up all your hope To the one who sought forgiveness In the barrel of a gun Just whom did you think you were Running away from? To the one who sought forgiveness From the etching of a knife Did you think you had no reason To keep living your life? To the one who sought forgiveness In the frigid waters blue When people spoke such lies to you You must’ve thought them true To the one who sought forgiveness In a crumpled little car Some thought it was an accident I saw you running far To the one who sought forgiveness In a cliff side, in a fall I fear that what you searched for Wasn’t what you found at all To the ones who sought forgiveness In taking their own lives That no one would ever miss you Was nothing but a lie To the ones who sought forgiveness In all the wrong ways Think of those who’ll mourn for you All the rest of their days To the ones who sought forgiveness Who sought eternal rest He lied whoever told you You’d find it in death

                       This poem has basically the same theme as my latest short story, Forgive Me. How many suicides, how many meaningless deaths are because people wanted forgiveness and didn't think they could ever attain it? But the idea that death ends all sorrow is nothing but a lie. Even if you don't believe in the afterlife, what about those you leave behind?

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