They continue to multiply
My silent world is killing me each moment
My conscience keeps digging them from the tomb
In my red and black vision they are strongly appearing

Blurred or clear, please forgive me
Their ghosts keep scaring me
The vain that I have done never stop haunting me
Their faces—some are clear and some are not

My mind can no longer remember each of them
I made them, I've done them
I cannot expunge them
I created monsters

Would you forgive me?
Would you forgive my sin?
Would you forgive my mistakes?
Would you forgive me even if I haven't asked?

I never uttered words
But in the deepest of my being I'm asking for it
I cannot change them, nor erase
Once you read it, It can make the biggest difference–your forgiveness.




© ugma