Forgive me

I spoke so many words I did not mean

Hidding truths from a world I’ve never seen

But as this breath escapes my being

I crave things I once thought to be obscene

I remember as a child I used to play and scream

But now I gasp for breath my chest clasped

Recoiling from a lasp in judgment

What I think no, what I thought no, it’s all disjointed

They say death is easy but I don’t want to go

My stories far from finished, I story’s to tell

Like feel love with the woman. The first time I laid eyes on her I could sworn my heart plummeted. Or when we had our first son I yelled out alphonsa. he was someone I wanted to raise up to heaven but I couldn’t just as soon as the light shone he was gone. A wicked memory haunting both of us like a twisted melody. But yet we still remained, a poets writing refrains while we maintained the darkest version of pain trapped in a widow’s brain. Said story from the saddest days but grace is the chance to meet once again. Yet it’s taking me so long to cross the plain. Let me be free, let me finally put an end to the words I could not say. I’m tired of the familiar tales just let me fly. My breathing is still slow. Every breath I take is a mockery. This mortal coil no longer has a place for me, and unfinished fallacy is no longer willing or able to make a legacy.