The price of forgiveness

Es war wieder einmal an der Zeit, ein Projekt weiterzuführen, das nun etwas zu kurz gekommen ist.
"Not a story not yet a poem"
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Ich überlege, zu ihm auch eine Kurzgeschichte zu schreiben.
Viel Spaß.

The price of forgiveness


For years
He didn’t mind,
The guilt he put
Onto his shoulders.

For ages
The victims heart,
Was chained,
In dark silence
And neverending
Pain...

But just a second
It was,
What made him
Fall.

Just a second,
Of understanding,
It was,
What made him
Crave.

And what
He was craving…
Just
The sweet
Embrace of…
Forgiveness.

And he sweared,
To pay every,
Every possible
Price,
No matter
How
High.

And the victim,
The victim
Suddenly smiled.
And he smiled back.

Just for a second,
Than he recognized,
A knife in the victims hands.

And while he payed,
The price,
He has named,
A silent melody,
So sweet and ironic,
Played.

A moment,
Before he died,
The victim
Stood up,
Wet of blood.

“Now,
you have payed,
and what you gain,
is forgiveness,
what you have lost,
is your life.
That, dear,
Was the price,
The price
For my
Forgiveness.”