The coat of unforgiveness
Updated: Dec 30, 2018
Once upon a time
In a house in the distance
Lives a person drowning
In his handmade unforgiveness
His coat stitched together
With his threads of hate and fears
Woven by the fabric of righteous emotion
To become the weighted coat he wears
Taking his time
By the dimmest of light
He details it with purpose
Making the stitching just right
In the noise of unforgiveness
He becomes what he feeds
Addicted by the bitterness of hate
And the sweetness of festered greed
Patched perfection of mosaic moments
Lines the inside of his coat
Glued in are the carbon copies
Of the unforgiving script that he wrote
He has another coat
Made for display and for show
It looks lighter on the outside
But over the bigger coat it goes
Time grows older around his life
As he sits and grooms his art
Patiently perfecting his internal design
Of a unforgiving poisoned heart
His unforgivness became his purpose
His coat became his prison
Wrapped in his illusion that mirrors
His own unforgiveness that he lives in
He gather people around him
To feed into his woven thread
Its easier to feed from the hands of others
When it’s the same food that’s being fed.
There once lived a man
Who refused to forgive
And what he feed
Ate him alive
There once was a man who never lived