Please Forgive

A desperate plea to the Heavenly Father for my burden

 Please Forgive

 

Oh Father! Forgive me, for I tell

you a story which when unraveled,

may cause your bones to shake,

did you have a form of human,

but, let it stand.

 

I watch in rigid allurement,

the snaking tendrils of my golden frame,

of the mirror that faces me,

never bold enough to strike the glass,

with essence of my decorative exposure.

 

I am caught up in the vast sense,

of the crimes done through this body,

those which take the form of buried treasure,

that, somehow, snake through my mirror,

as the tendrils turn themselves upon me,

in dark, a mesmerizing, enchanting-

 

dark.

 

The shade my eyes hide beneath,

cannot take the time to reveal,

to me anything by this allurement,

for I'm caught up in the sense,

of  my own sins, these dark follies,

of rapidly writhing, fingers of my own self.

 

My own reflection,

has developed before my awful sight,

my eyes have now betrayed me,

forever as my hand gently passes,

over my mouth as it opens with wonder,

for I have fallen in my reflection,

to encompass the entire mirror,

as the frame has whisked softly away,

the gold and sins masked as gifts,

abundant, beautiful luxuries merit,

has flown,

to an unknown palace.

 

Leaving me here to only scream,

as my entire body twists away,

in mad rebellious horror,

my hand striking upon the glass,

black horror,

that has become me.

 

Myself,

I am ridden with folly,

evil clenches my spirit . . .

will I ever wash away,

like a kindred spirit,

will my sins be forgiven?

 

Or must I walk,

forever along an endless path,

where all I can see,

is this grotesque reflection,

of decorous beauty,

that desperately tries to hide,

all that she carries within,

but is horribly, disgustingly, and truly-

a terrible sight.

Author's Note

God does forgive, even when you are a tempestuous problem.

Reviews

[zainul]

It is a great poem.
Speaks of confession.
Asks for forgiveness.
It is a poem which may be related to almost everybody's life.
Enjoyed the write.
Congratulation!!!

[Foxemerald]

I am really glad that you enjoyed it. Thank you for taking the time to read this and reviewing. It was rather dark, but probably relative, yes. Again, thanks!

[zainul]

Thanks for the lovely words.

[ewest1220]

Very beautiful and dark, so much conflict packed into one poem... Great job!

[Foxemerald]

Thank you. I am glad you found this one to be beneficial in some way, or that you at the least liked the sense perceptions. Appreciate it =)

[Androglossia]

Leaving me here to only scream,
as my entire body twists away,
in mad rebellious horror,
my hand striking upon the glass,
black horror,
that has become me.



There will come a point in our lives when we see the true shade of light. When we relaize that light doesn't have color after all. It is when we realize that our own eyes decieve us. That our minds mislead us. It is the moment of enlightenment. It is when we see our mistakes unfold infront of us. Our own finger pointing back at us. Horror, fear, regret, repentance, renewal and becoming the person we should be.

I like the poem. It speaks of the truth. Of life itself. Our very own experience. Who we are.

[Foxemerald]

Hey,

I'm so sorry that I am posting this so late, but I am so happy that you have put the energies into the reader part of poetry when breaking this down, inasmuch as that you wrote down one of the passages . . . yes, I will freely admit the obvious truth that overcome me when I wrote down this moment. Yes, you've captured it clearly . . . you're own finger pointing at you. But then the curtain is lifted. Writing it is part of having the courage to lift it.