Unforgiven 03 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

In the quiet hours before dawn,
a figure stands alone,
shadows clinging like memories
that refuse to fade.

Eyes, once bright with dreams,
now mirror the void of a starless sky,
reflecting choices etched in time,
each a scar upon the soul.

Hands tremble, not from cold,
but under the weight of deeds
that echo in the silence,
a cacophony of regret.

The world moves on, indifferent,
while the unforgiven remains,
a solitary witness
to the remnants of a fractured past.

No absolution comes
from whispered prayers or tears;
only the passage of moments
offers a semblance of solace.

Yet within this desolation,
a flicker persists-a hope
that forgiveness, though distant,
may one day pierce the darkness.