09/15/1998
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.
1:01 p.m. - 2003-01-15
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