Thrice

Pity me, he said
Look and see I’ve bled
My forsaken youth
Is my final proof
I am innocent
Of all dark intent
Pity me, he said
Look, see how I’ve bled

Forgive me he cried
Though I’ve thrice denied
My fears are my chains
All that now remains
I would hold you still
In our graves, until
You forgive, he cried
Though I’ve thrice denied

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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