On Forgiving
A decade of moonless nights flutters
As this soul continues to squander
And these manacles tightens painfully
Gripping my veins with a suppressing weight
A hoarse frost of unforgiving billowed
A wolf howled in the distant milieu
Saddled back to the sharp blade
This is the taste of struggling with fate
And as these shackles rattle
With every undulation
Riveting me in this brambly floor
I suffer from passing unconscious states
Because every time I fall to the deep
Fathoms of tumultuous slumber
I ply to forgive your giant shadows
As they picked me drowning from the mud
But these shackles pull me down
To my lifeless sinking ground
And every time I stir to wake
From a myriad of night terrors
I impede myself with a colossal weight
Because I cannot get up to live
Another life lesser and incomplete
And always I wonder how
Iniquitous I have become
As I seek for the assuage
Of the shadows' qualms
I wanted to shatter these beast,
I wanted to cross the frozen lake,
To reach your indifferent face
But the humming bird chance
Is devoured by the tempest
Because I want these shackles
To hold me down;
This is my exacerbating fix
And I grovel on my knees
Upon these endless nights
That the panthers may find me
Haplessly tethered and
Delectably suffering.
poem by Norman Santos
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