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Forgive Me...


*Illustration reference:

“Cupid and the Grim Reaper”

by Gustave Dore


Like a sky that’s free of birds

This heart has emptied of its words

Left in its place is pulsing sorrow

For time we thought was ours to borrow

Has now run out, no resurrection

Not even time for dazed reflection

Just “ifs” and “whys” and “woe is me”

Accept them, yes. Begrudgingly

But would The Devil offer deal

With all the things, to me, appeal

I’d sign my life in sacrifice

And hope my poor soul might suffice

I’d trade it all for one more day

So able I might be to say

All outpourings I’ve left unsaid

For plaintive is this life I’ve led

And hope I still can be forgiven

To be the one that goes on living…

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