When all the sand in the hourglass
like wine squeezed from the fruit of time
and what I thought I would one day be
what I never quite could find,
who shall I seek?
where shall I search?
who cleans up messes when everything hurts?
If the broken break under a moonless sky
God still see the tears they cry?
Just whisper to me the cure-
why, why, why
did time run out and I was still chasing my ghost of a life,
just chasing ghosts, and catching nothing, nothing
Note-This was written for Poetry Thursday’s April 1st prompt: absolve
My idea was to describe a person who seeks forgiveness for wasting their life but who can give that forgiveness and what would it look like?