Your wicked tongue,
It speeks much evil.
Your pallid face,
You give no hope,
No strength,
Your weakness collides.
You're nothing but a liar,
A dirty-mouth,
And a show-off.
You give no support,
But pride.
Your mercy goes to you only,
Which shows your hate.
Hate is what you get back,
After the back-stabs,
And the tortures you gave.
Now no one cares of your fate,
Your trifling,
Even if you die,
You are now spoken by bane words.
But yet I forgive your lies,
And your back-stabs that hurt.
I forgive your derisiveness,
Your barbarous,
And yet your treachery...
I forgive you.
For that is what God would do.
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Author:
lost-but-not-broken17 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The only way to let the pain go.. Is to forgive but you can bet your ass I won't forget.
- Category: Forgiveness
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Comments4
Inside you are a very big hearted person. Forgiving is blessed, unselfish and unburdening of the soul.
I couldn't agree with you more.
I can literally feel the pain woven throughout the lines and stanzas. Very emotional poem with a glorious ending. Kill em with kindness!
Judging from your writing, you are on the road to recovery, bravo, and keep on moving to a much brighter future.
Thank you so much!! (:
Your final line lends wisdom to forgiveness dear poet friend. A verse which honestly faces sad facts yet ends with remembering that God forgives those who know no better. A fine conclusion to use against hurt.
Thank you so much!
Good write, trust and respect once broken are difficult to get back.
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