Heresy of the Unprepossesing

Poem 7 - Forgiveness.

All I can say is thank you.

All of this numbness is coming out of the blue.

An argument finally led me to let it go.

My mind finally as blank as a piece of paper.

I'm left with the thought of one thing.

All I'm asking for is a favor.

Let me live.

Let me breath.

Let me be.

But when I let go.

Forgive me.