Forgive my guilt

I am not sure of what sins may be,

I am sure of one sin I have done.

Taking a walk on this lifelong journey,

Not a human in sight,

Scattered Trees everywhere,

Broken twigs that look like jagged bones.

I thought I was alone,

Then I saw him.

The little boy sat,

His cries howling at the moon,

His eyes redder than Rat’s eyes.

His bag on the ground,

A knife, A shirt, Water.

The screams from the valley were too much to bear,

I know where he Is from,

I quietly turn and walk away.

Two years later,

Walking on the same path,

Thinking I am alone,

I am right.

The little boy’s stuff sat on the willowing ground,

He Is gone.

So Is the Knife.

I know he has gone to get revenge,

Then I hear It.

The rippling scream,

One you’ll never forget,

I run.

Toward the valley,

Past the jagged bones, and broken twigs,

I see him. And his mother.

Lying lifeless on the ground like drifting logs.

The little boy.

His eyes, so piercingly blue.

Something catches my eye,

The Knife.

Set carefully In his hand.

Gripping It like the last piece of bread.

I sink down to my knees and pour out my heart.

The Little boy..that poor little boy..

Oh, please little boy, I do hope you forgive thy guilt.