Monday, March 20, 2006

Unforgiving

Standing there, you s.o.b.,
You’re reading,
My birth and death dates
And my name.

Your visit will not lessen
My pains that you gave.
Nor will it erase
Your guilt or shame.

I tried my best I could -
Too good to others.
Everything I did
Got me into troubles.

If you're asking for forgiveness,
For your wrongs against me,
I cannot forgive you now,
Take your conscience to your grave.

Do not lay flowers here.
Save them for your grave.
They are stained with blood.
You have touched them.

Go and see your face
In the mirror. Do not shed
Tears here. May your guilt
Haunt you in your grave.

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