Thursday, November 14, 2013

Sham show

Your tears don’t faze me,
Skeptical I continue to be,
Your limited retorts don’t help,
Neither do your frequent yelps.
Your aggressive avoidance,
Words that pierce like a lance,
That hurt will never go away,
The distress, never allayed.
The heightened sense of hate,
Though, may never abate,
I am the bigger person here,
As to forgiveness, I near.