asleep in my own mystery

i ponder on the things

which i have lost

did life pass me by

and did not care to stop?

like a gust of wind

then disappear

into the many wonders

of the world

feelings,

thoughts,

emotions

lack of words

commit the crimes

then beg for forgiveness

is it easy as it sounds?

to erase actions

with one single word

-sorry---

not enough

to cover the wounds

to stop the hate

to recover the life

that quickly passed me by

leaving me there

to ponder in my own

reality

of the life that was neglected

shut out

can there be forgiveness

now?

now that it means nothing

pondering on my answer

to the question

of a life

i vaguely remember

it is blank

the life passed me by

and i do not care

to look back.

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