David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

Forgiving Myself Is Hard


Woke up this morning to the grey light of dawn,
a restless night of memories
still spinning around in my head,
I wanted to shake them free
and forgive myself for everything
in my life I had done wrong.

Forgiveness is easy towards others
for what they had done to me,
but forgiving me is hard
for the outrages I had done,
my signature on papers
condemning innocents to eternal peace.

Their memories live with me
to cause me constant torment
for those things I had done.
No one blames me
only I can’t forgive myself
and probably never will.

Submitted: Monday, June 24, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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23 June 2013

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