The Forgiveness Of Vengeance Upon Vanity
Self worth is valued by only thyself.
When one obsesses upon this.
Their is nothing left for anyone else.
A vanity of selfishness.
A heart with no selflessness.
Motive of ones own.
To gain, to take the lead.
Taking pride upon the steed in which you ride.
Look at me because I'll never look at you.
Completely ignored as if one doesn't even exist.
Something someone might have missed.
Anger is all one feels, as shallow as these wounds are.
The infection still does not heal.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Not in such a misguided light.
Vengeance is only a temporary accommodation in which you can feel once again whole and complete.
A home that as soon as you try to rest your head will be gone.
Try as you might the guilt will not pass or fade.
A jaded sensation upon the heart.
Apologies due, and their will be those who never will accept.
As in a gift rejected.
It leaves you kind of empty, with a willingness purge yourself of such misdeeds.
Sometimes their will be things you just can't achieve.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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