Daisies

I try to catch clarity but it ties me like knots.

It's hard to see hope when daisies are wilted.

I forgave you. I forgave me not.

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I try to capture sanity but it slips like dew.

It's hard to see hope when regrets are silted.

I wept not for me. I wept for you.

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I try to wake up from sedative manipulation.

But when I do, it's hard not to regret all

The tears I spoke, in guilted resignation.

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I try to walk upright on the road of confusion.

But when I doubt, it's hard not to wonder at

The grace I gave, in self-jilted damnation.

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I try to ignore the devils dancing in the dawn.

Does the light have to forgive the knight?

I forgave you. But am I a pawn?

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It's hard to see through things easy to ignore.

I try to weave sanity into a crown of daisies.

In the light of clarity, the truth is hard to unsee.

I forgive you not. But I forgive me.