Not Chosen

Don’t forget to ask for forgiveness… Persecuted by remorse, in the fury of fate.

And anger grows.

Unexpected wounds mark the silence, Violence and mist.

Nobody want to talk.

Ignorance.

The inhumanity of life leads us to be insensitive, not to know humility,

not to recognize the faults,

to wither.

To numb the pain.

But only that pain lived and full of signs,

scarring and sculpts the memory,

only scratches caused by anguish as to ask forgiveness shape the choice.

And weep for a courage that moves the colors of change, giving suffered flowers

and breath on the petals.

Forgive me.