I tell myself to let it go,
forgive the deeds they've done,
to see beyond the pain it's caused
from whence it first begun.
The impact breaks a spirit down
and stains in bitter ruse.
I ask myself if wrongs so harsh
are sins I dare excuse.
Perhaps it's only I that weeps
and wallows in disgust
'mid burdens of a shameful truth
that tarnish in unjust.
I witness as the masses watch,
and no one speaks a word,
a promise land where lesser find
forgiveness as absurd.
My words, I fear, are thrown aside
for few shall take account,
to weigh the options of their worth
and value their amount.
Forgiveness is an offering,
a gift I can't portray
until, unbiased, our site casts
these no win prompts away.
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