I didn’t sell my soul
to get revenge,
not even against my friends
who slipped a knife or two
between my ribs;
all this time I’ve been trying
to forgive.
Some call me foolish
with my battle scars,
feet nailed to the floor
and reaching for the stars,
but Heaven is wherever you are.
Turns out you’ve had it hard
and Hell isn’t that far.
I tried to make a monument
to pain,
but I didn’t have the blood
to coat the paint.
Tears just washed all my work away,
so hard to celebrate
my statue of decay.
I looked up to the sky
and spoke your name,
but all the sounds I made
came out the same.
A wailing song
of regret and pain.
Wish I had it all to do
over again.
HG – 2021
