THE TRANSGRESSION

Often into memories the soul does wander,

To reflect, reminisce, learn and ponder,

Fickle beliefs and choices on the loose,

Easy to follow and difficult to choose.



Delusional hearts promise to beat forever as one,

Then misunderstand while speaking the same tongue.

Ignorant minds meet, share thoughts and flourish,

Then selfishly fail to remember and cherish.



Life takes falls in fallacious times,

Unsaid apologies, broken promises add to the crimes.

Guilt is ignored; there is fate to blame,

Rather than face the demons and give in to shame.



The soul still wanders with sadness and regret,

With mistakes it can't undo or forgive and forget.

Silently it laments over the passing of each breath,

Searching for peace before the advent of death.