Unforgiving

 

I am set upon by stubborn crows

Pulling worms out of my wishes

This murder of cackling mockery

That leaves behind its dirty dishes

 

if I could turn it inside out

bring you in

leave myself out

i’d still suffer

what’s been taken

from the giving

 

Unkind words sting like splinters

From old wooden witches crying

They refuse to speak the secrets

Of the wounds they keep denying

 

if I could find a better way

to save tomorrow

from today

i’d still suffer

in the shadow

of the living

 

Torn apart by major petty wars

Waged by bitter truths  untold

Midas, come, we need your touch

To convert these hearts to gold

 

if I could prove myself to you

it wouldn’t change

a thing you do

I’d still suffer

what’s unforgotten

by unforgiving

 

s. paul

(Mar. 2023)