Hold my pleas before matters are mine

Hold my pleas before matters are mine - poem

In the form of tears the demons will scream,

The ones that linger down the back,

Encapsulated within,

Who has the right to reflect upon me,

A shard of glass plastered on the wall, adorning me with brutality,

Why do I kill myself for glancing back once more,

Why is the shock of dishonourment still thriving within?

Let my leaves retain through the toughest of winters so I can be blessed with realisation,

Let it follow along, closely within my reflection,

Oh, grace me with a revelation,

Perhaps forgiveness isn't necessary,

No sin has been committed, no sin that I intended,

Pass me a petal from the bouquet of daffodils,

Endow me with something I lack,

But I all im asking are just words,

If all im wishing are just yells to the stars,

If I am denied my pleas

Then I will wait and hope for a moment longer, just incase I surrender

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