Pardon

Jan 15, 2024
1 min read

I wake and sleep each day

Alight

and charred

By the truth that I am not

That I have lived too long with too little

Little passion

little truth

little awe

That I am unforgivable

Yet I,

lofty judge that I am

upon my own blade

Still seek forgiveness all the same

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