forgive me

forgive me dear,
dutifullness is the 
frontline where i 
fell from the grace,
failed to recall 
how my fingertips 
should have sat down,
forgive me leader,
distress is the long
affair i've ever had
with my heart,
freedom has its cost,
so i made these 
fences my life,
forgive me reader,
non-descripted is 
the atmosphere of
the skies under which
i laid jute mattress,
to rest , hold your hand,
and sing you the 
depressed dirges,
forgive this pleader,
she chose not to
kindle and unlock her,
but waxed her hesitancy 
into vulnerability of 'someday' 
and grew her self-distrust
into our sleepcasts of nights,
forgive her dreamer,
do not misread her,
forgive her believer.

- chetna 🌻 

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