Forgiving The Forgotten Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

For once I forgave the anger in my heart, Let go all the fear I once had, Said goodbye to my hurt in it’s funeral, Died of starvation of evil, As if a rose lived in the darkness, And a flower died in the sun, Once a human, now turned to unborn, Life as it once was is showered over the ashes of despair, And the inner shell is cracked and burnt, Yet the yoke cold as night, Repelling the heat, the sinister looks, The crooked laughing that’s caught in my mind, Boxed up in an electrical node in the internal network I call reality, Free to be one, or die to be all, The choice is yours, think about it.