September 27, 2006
The Apologetic
He woke in cold sweat holding back the tears offered to a memory.
Too little, too many. Like the dreams that invade his slumber.
Alone... Pondering where he should have noticed the signs... and prevented it.
Accompanied by selfishness... Realizing that the burning sensation in his chest was there to remind him of her.
And she lives on. Better than the man she left behind.
This is not her vengeance, though she failed to see, as she leaves this man behind to do other things each day, she kills a little part of him.
He prays.
In the months or years that he has not knelt,
he now prays.
Asking to be shown the way. Wanting to change but ignorant on where to start. She declines to show him. He is lost in this beaten path. He begs for a chance he may never get.
And as he recounts his past. He realizes, there were so many "me's" and "l's" that now when he asks for help, they will all look away.
All the regret that he has leaves little room for strength. Though he cries out his apology, her hardened heart yields. He has made her heart stone.
As tears drop one by one, he ends his prayer... MY prayer. He cries as I cry. He mourns as I mourn. For he is I, the apologetic. The man who implores for forgiveness.
Too little, too many. Like the dreams that invade his slumber.
Alone... Pondering where he should have noticed the signs... and prevented it.
Accompanied by selfishness... Realizing that the burning sensation in his chest was there to remind him of her.
And she lives on. Better than the man she left behind.
This is not her vengeance, though she failed to see, as she leaves this man behind to do other things each day, she kills a little part of him.
He prays.
In the months or years that he has not knelt,
he now prays.
Asking to be shown the way. Wanting to change but ignorant on where to start. She declines to show him. He is lost in this beaten path. He begs for a chance he may never get.
And as he recounts his past. He realizes, there were so many "me's" and "l's" that now when he asks for help, they will all look away.
All the regret that he has leaves little room for strength. Though he cries out his apology, her hardened heart yields. He has made her heart stone.
As tears drop one by one, he ends his prayer... MY prayer. He cries as I cry. He mourns as I mourn. For he is I, the apologetic. The man who implores for forgiveness.
Posted by yabs on September 27, 2006 at 06:24 PM | Comments
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