Don’t forgive me,
for
I won’t forgive you.
It’s easy to hate
than to heal the wounds
caused
by your poisoned memories.
They’re like daggers
plunged deep
into my heart.
They’re like festering wounds,
infected, throbbing
‘till it cripples
and keeps me down for days.
I had to strike
and strike I did.
To get that curse
out of my soul.
To get you out
of my head.
My words reached deep,
and there I hope it stays.
For when you see me
you’ll turn away,
never forgiving me,
like I never will
forgive you.
About the Creator
Dean Traylor
* Masters in special education and degree in journalism.
*Seasoned writer for the last 30+ years (Newspapers, Magazines, Internet sites)
* Former writer at Hubpages, Helium, and Wikinut.
* Current: Medium (https://medium.com/@ds_traylor)
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