UNFORGIVABLE

We hash out words like hot steel forging a sword.

Our sweat equities become art

and before our very eyes we see our protections.

People that judge you

will never have eyes for what your are now, and

the fruits of your life they will never taste

for they have made you a running beast that cries.

Why should we care?

Why should we even waste the time to care?

I will no longer will try an appease a raving wind

when the trust of its clouds are filled

with ambient blades designed to cut you.

The lesson learned is:

to not wander into a abyss trying to give your light

to the darkened eyes of the mute.

Your ears have never heard them before

so shut the gate and throw the key away forevermore.

We strengthen our Souls

when there are those that will beat you with a whip

kick you when you are on the ground

and flawlessly escape the guilt.

While God has His eyes upon you, you must run

and leave the nebula of death behind.

The scorn of a mother, or the hate of your children

bare scars for no one as they do not know

the tribulations and ending measures of your life.

How true that friends can come before family

chastising not your past crimes.

What horrific mother can levy her anxiety

on a proud and mystical Son that bears a sword

against the ignorance of others?

Today I will kill the beast within

and I will walk away from these unmarked graves

for it gives me no satisfaction

that these disparities have made my mind cold.

What child would wish his father dead

knowing that he has no memory of his father?

What mother would never let you forget

a dreadful past knowing you had come a long way?

Unforgivable …