The Shadow

We all make mistakes, but some are unforgivable.

 

Repressed wants and wishes,

Wanting to wish them away.

The shadow emerges

When the moon kills the day.

This moral compass’ needle

Flaying every which way.

 

Betrayal looks a lot

Like the excuses made

To comfort ourselves

Through the pity-parade,

To refuse the truth

That lays in the shade

Of our conscience until

We allow it to fade.

 

But the bones in my closet

Will never rest in peace,

The guilt in my mind

Will feed on the feast

That my heart has prepared

For an eternity at least.

I must now accept

That I have unleashed

A part of my human,

A self-seeking beast,                        

That lives in us all

But that which we don’t all appease.

I did, however,

Perhaps I’m too weak,

Or perhaps I’m too selfish

and don’t deserve the other cheek.

 

 

Reviews

[Robin]

one can never be too selfish ~

[Ed Hart]

there's never anything to forgive, either in our self or another...we do what we do...we are all just primates trying to mature (or not)...the idea of forgiveness feeds at the trough of guilt, an in-house toxic marsh in the basement of superego...yuck