Imprisoned in my memories,
In dark vaulted recesses,
are those who have hated me.
Locked in with their hatred,
Herded together in conspiratorial cells,
They sit remembering every deed and word,
Chained by their desires,
Shackled by their intent,
Someday I will free them,
When I have transcended the pain,
Overcome the grief.
I’ve risen above these peaks of misery,
When my joy has reached its crescendo,
My song has reached the highest heavens,
Then they will be free.
Until then I will visit them,
In the prison of my mind,
and ask of them Why?
Could they not see my humanity?
Could they not see my pain,
Nor feel my sorrow,
Nor reciprocate the love I gave them,
Until then I offer them my prayers,
I nourish them with the salve of forgiveness.
I wash them in the subterranean lakes of mercy.
someday they will be a hallowed memory,
after they transcend their bitterness.
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