I guess it's too late I suppose
I believe it's how this all goes
No matter how many times I say sorry
So forsaken I feel, on my mind, these worries
Maybe I'm pessimistic, it doesn't matter
But still, through my soul it leaves a nasty splatter
On my conscience, it nags
Causing my mental state to drag
Will I ever get a chance at redemption?
Or is this one of those excruciating exemptions?
I know, memories of me, you've surely forgotten
Maybe for the best, though I still feel rotten
One last chance, to see you again
To allow this purgatory, everything, to end
But, would it be an end, or a start?
A new set of tortures for our hearts?
I believe it's how this all goes
If you read this, please forgive me
Author notes
the first of several poems written for and to Rosemary, she became an unintended victim of my demons and an unfortunate speed bump amongst many on my path of self destruction of which i am eternally sorry.
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stop dwelling on the past!!!
leave it there and look forward - I too have had demons that I've had to battle (and although they may not be as serious as others, they were still MY demons) but they have made me the person that I am today and I am not sorry for what I am.
Yes, forgiveness is a blessing, but if the forgiveness doesn't come, then leave it, let it be
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