Poem # 25

A portrait of the artist unforgiven

Why can't I see the happiness

and focus on what I've got

Than dwell on life's bleak bitterness

and all that I have not

Why can't I be blindly content

and settled in my soul

Why can't I just live life and bleet

like all the sheeply souls

It's not my lot to cast my fate

with all who come and go

Saddled with this emptiness

and longing in my soul

I must accept it's not my fate

to find the perfect love

Rejection, apprehension, and emptiness

must fill my fettered soul

I once believed but no longer see

a chance at happiness

I have no god, I have no hope

to ease soul's weariness

Unforgiven evermore

To fade...

into darkness...

forgiveness nevermore.

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He said, "Why should I tarry?"

And smiled with tranquil eye;

"In destinies sad or merry,

True men can but try."

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

(Lines 562-565)