It aches,
This chasm within my heart.
It hurts
With each breath that I take.
I did wrong. I lied.
There will be no peace for me,
Not yet.
My debt is real,
And it is clear as can be
I have lost.
Not to him.
Never did I lose to him.
Merely a stalemate.
No, I lost to me.
My hatred of them
Consumed.
In terror
I gave him blame
Though it was not his.
In clarity,
I have found shame
And have broken.
I cry
For there is only pain.
I live
Because I hope for more.
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Peeking Through the Window
PoetryA book filled with poetry I've written and am writing. I'm considering trying to get published, but I don't think I'm really good enough. Please feel free, by the way, to leave comments. I enjoy knowing what people think, as long as they are not r...
