The forgiveness of LIFE

Can LIFE forgive me? Can LIFE forgive its due? For I have come as if with an ax in hand and a conscience so untrue. Striking down all that is beautiful, serene and pure. And with a gash of desire tear the foundation and called upon the SKY for a cure. The SKY cannot grant that which I have asked. My lucid eyes have stared and dared not to be masked. The shiver, the heart and the sweat emanate the putrid desire I loathe. How can forgiveness be felt if what I most despise within me grows. But LIFE is larger than any feeling in my dark, infested mind. Vowed it has to peer and search the innocence to find. LIFE cannot continue its relentless pursuit to search and attain. If from its beacon's light I hide and my selfishness reclaim. Within my soul, a matchlike flame flickers and ceases not to hide. LIFE existed there before the malice of my thoughts anchored it's claws and in my mind reside. Lust in its attempt to poisonly corrode every single thought that in my mind remains. Ignores that LIFE's love, darkness in its grasp, cannot contain.-Ruben Mishael Herrera (5/8/06)