The window pane, obscures my view-
Or is it the settling neglect, residing.
Carefully hanging around- my collar;
Restricting my every breath, of LIFE?
The silent stare out the window;
Only leads to the purge of the streets.
Thick with the unforgivens-
Wind howling them at me.
Forgiveness dwells inside the shell-
Acquired, as the inhaled smoke,
Settles on the window, obscuring;
The exile of forgiveness.
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Written September 9th, 2003
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we are so hard on ourselves.


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Good poem..incessant
Oh, this is why you are my favorites list. "Thick with the unforgivens-
Wind howling them at me."
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This is brilliant. Short but powerful and thought provoking for sure. I liked the first stanza best though the ending was quite strong also. Very original. I like it. Thanks for taking the time to enter my contest and best of luck!
~Lana
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I am bound by them all,
their anger and hatred feed off of my soul
and still I live...though I be in hell, ............
at the grinding of thir jaws
and the gnashing of their teeth,
I still live.
FOrgiveness has been drowned and my will
has been given up for I am no longer who I was
for I am now
the soul
of the
un~forgiven...Laura
WOW Muddy....Youinspired me!!!!!
Thank you!




