Gift for the Sinner

A poem about giving up something you are entitled to towards someone who has slighted you, even if there is no hope of changing them.

Gift for the Sinner

 

Grasp for something divine

Everything isn't mine

My blood and water run dry

But if you knew

After all you put me through

And I died, broken into shards

Your world never creates and always discards

My love will never end

I have to be the one to mend

I saw faster than I could run

The day I was born was when it begun

Distorted screams wavers and bellows

You killed me and considered us fellows

Just know that you are worth it all

And that it was left to someone else to take the fall