Forgotten Not Forgiven

We silence and we taunt,

In the name of eye for an eye,

Anger is what we flaunt.

Starving for solutions,

Starving off intrusions,

We race to the easiest resolution;

Burying

            heartache

                             and

                                    confusion.

We stir conflicts

leaving us to mourn,

A mixture of confidence and ego

trapping us all.

We cross off the world that’s ideal,

And find ourselves sealed.

Beckoned by apathy and cynicism,

Where it’s easier to hurt than heal.

Our hands cover our eyes,

and we refuse to oblige,

When did forgiveness find itself void of appeal?

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