Stop,
a moment passes
nothing changes
the silence remains,
and the body,
his,
continues to ache.
a wonder
how we ever got here,
so any years,
so often the tears
would prevent any solution
to suggest
life is filled with tragedy,
those whom are strong,
would be the pillars of our
society.
Yet, he never agreed,
though he was often
pressured,
told,
demanded there be
some recognition of his own
fallible soul.
He is the one that made mistakes,
the objective nature of
forgiveness
seems trivial
when stacked against his only
solution.
© Scott F Savage 6/2020
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