8/9/2016
A tinted lens casts shadows of doubt
Across everything which once blossomed hope.
Tainted by sinful filth—every square inch
Blanketed in regret.
Forgiveness buried deep,
Deep within sorrow;
Sorrow born from regret,
Regret who claws towards tomorrow;
Tomorrow's forgiveness?
No! Forgiveness it shall not beget.