Hitlers NightmareA Poem by realmwriter
I cannot find within myself,
the courage to forgive myself, the wrongs that I have done. I cannot see within this fear, to find out what has put it there, to prize it out and rid myself, of the dieing I have done. My past comes back, long to haunt, the fortitude I might have had, to rid myself of the holocaust in my heart. My despair has become my prison, the prison my demise, my demise cannot free me from my wandering feeble mind. I cannot seem to remember, to let go of what I am not, to let go of what I am, is nothing of the plot. I cannot feel forgiven, if my past continues to catch up, to my present and my bleeds into my future, that I will try to forget I have lived. My sanity slow slips to the shore, that cast it's doubt and to that end I cast my judgement, on myself I cast me out. My strength comes from my resolve, but attrition has taken hold and cowardice has found me out, so to the holocaust I condemn my evil soul. © 2012 realmwriterReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 22, 2011 Last Updated on April 6, 2012 AuthorrealmwriterHarrison, ARAboutYou know, I can write about almost any subject, in poetic form and even an ocasional short story, but I find it most difficult to write about myself. I am an artist at heart and will use whatever m.. more..Writing
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