Tainted And Pure The Colors Of My Heart Poem by karanvir sahota

tainted and pure the colors of my heart
the stained leaves of the tree have begun falling
i regret the necessary action
and find that being strong has worn me down
gates of mere mist block my exit from this abyss
not even my own will reaches me here
if i could meet my old self i could awaken tomorrow
i have forgotten yet cannot forget
i cannot forgive but have been forgiven
days are not seasons yet that is how people look at them
and for me sunday is gone but will come again