A Confession, A Curse

It may yet be appropriate
On this Day of Atonement
To be chastised so thoroughly
By a best friend.

That happened though and was deserved —

I did die four years ago,
(And have tried to die five times hence —
I fail to try and fail many a friend)
Yet, in what defense I can muster,
Never cease in trying.

Yet a chastisement was needed,
In order; necessary —
For, try as I might
I remain one short,
Not only in stature,
But of what could have been.

Though yet as well,
Not of what could yet be.

I will, like the phoenix
Rise from my self-created ashes.

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~ by Benji on 3 October 2014.

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