There’s that Hollywood movie
always playing in my mind,
every thought find a correlation
like some scripted reality.
And yet I don’t know if he was happy
when I wrote the words.
Right now looking back
still trying to put all the pieces together
otherwise no matter
jumping further ahead
and confusion
that inner soul
lay in question
wondering just why
do we choose the lives we
chose.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
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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