Forgiveness

Perfect stature;
     a myth of human arrogance.
Search in the rye for the catcher,
     for only that will reveal my true stance.

I sought only for your happiness,
     and somewhere went wrong.
Tormented by stress,
     I failed to sing my true song.

More than respect, for you, I harbour,
     more so than I ever admit.
And though certain incidences I abhor,
     those times I acquit.

Guilty read our tombs, thwarted by lack of forgiveness,
     our ashes fly to the sky, so starry.
While our souls obsess and regress,
     there are no right words to say I'm sorry.