An Unmarked Grave

Forgiveness
Had its face bashed in
By a cold hammer.

But that was a long time ago.

Its been placed
On a cold gurney
Since then.
Only now they are hauling it off.

It’s finally
Taking its last trip
To the morgue.

No one stares,
No one mourns,
No one weeps,
No one cares,
They don’t have time to.

They have
Much better things to do
Like being stubborn,
Holding grudges,
Fixating their thoughts
On all that’s wrong,
Being selfish,
Being pissed off
For many years,
For reasons that always slip away.

No one bothered
with the funeral.

They threw it
in a shallow grave,
Face down.
Buried it,
And left
for the worms.

There’s no marker.

No need.

Everyone will just keep on living
Like they always have,
As if
Nothing has happened,
As if
Forgiveness
Never existed.