I am in a state of utter confusion
brought about by the guilt and despair
and certainty that Life is illusion
so real and so cruel, often so unfair .
I blame myself for things I said,
and I blame the relentless doubt
that crept insidiously and mad
over my reason, that cries and shout.
That Illusive forgiveness so rarely
inhabits the cold hearts of Humankind,
for forgiving is greatness, especially,
if the guilty are noble and kind.
I let not darkness somber my day
for true happiness just dwells so near
imploring attention, especially today,
and I smile at Life so sweet and dear.
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