Forgiveness. Poem by R3n3gade Korde

The value of forgiveness is not harboured by all,
But they say: ‘forgive, as we shall'.
Scars, scars and more scars grow,
Drop, drop, my emotions become low.

Incidents come, incidents go,
But the past will always shows
Be it forgive; be it not,
It does not affect what I've got.

Sure, most have passed,
But how long will the side effects last?
All that I know for now,
Is that I don't know.

Forgive or not?
I don't know.
Torn as a piece of fabric,
With an irreversible rift cleanly sliced into it.

Should I forgive, the burden of it all would leave;
With the wretched heart flying free.
But who knows what lies, beneath —
played for a fool, or a dove that flies?

Should I hold on, my sorry heart will never be free
Forever trapped within this cage of no glee.
It would do me good as a paranoiac,
But from this, will I become a maniac?

The feeling of wrath; an inward fold,
Its grasp on my heart, strong, and cold.
But eventually, the feeling will subside,
And it will all seem like nothing but a lie.

Alas, I shall be saying all this with a sigh;
Though I had long put this issue aside;
the knot in my heart has yet to be untied,
Is this the truth, or is it all a lie?