No Saint

A Poem by Cayla

I have scars on my skin
Deeper ones on my soul
Memories of a sin
To forget is my goal

I was not the sinner
I was neither a saint
A game with no winner
Empty canvas, no paint

An honor received
Although never given
Did he seem releaved
Wherefore was he driven

Who is haunted the most
Wonder whether he's cried
I can't shake of this ghost
Heaven knows that I've tried

Who committed the crime
No one's been convicted
Will the wounds heal in time
Were they self-inflicted

Now I have to live on
In the shade of my past
Once a sinner was born
Death might free me at last