I Forgive
"Raven Rhyme" 
There's been an unearthy power that I've felt as if a shower
Pours like a torrent over me, in a way I cant explain
Unforgiveness locked inside! I cannot run or even hide
From the ghost this ghastly pride has driving me over insane.
Yes, the weight of unforgiveness that keeps demons entertained
Unforgiveness keeping me bound, bound by my own iron chains-
Growing tighter, to only remain.
Unforgiveness eats at me, yet others pass and do not see
My groaning spirit dangling from a rugged mountainside
Torturing and torturing! Leaving me miserable and wanting
For a peaceful, serene place where I can go off to reside
For some strange celestial place where I can lock away my mind
All of this has been denied.
Hell-creatures are bound by unseen fetters, yet I alone am still no better
I go about as a wretch, stretching, longing wishing for something more
Is there no balm or no ointment that can seal my disappointment?
I am left without appointment, as I wander corridors
I am left insane and wandering as I am locked outside these doors
Wanting, wanting something more.
Must I let go of hurts from the past that my mind has not surpassed?
Must I find each soul that's hurt me and tell them that I forgive?
Shall I descend from heartstrings' throbbing to take back what I've been robbing
Of myself? From eyes still sobbing from the life I haven't lived?
Suffering thinking, looking at every single thing I've yet to give
The only choice is to forgive.
Every single emotional wall I must now allow to fall
If I want Satan's beasts to abscond- worms to stop eating at me
It's too tiring to be fighting something not the least exciting
Only worth a story writing of a soul lost in all degrees
A soul scattered, lost, forsaken, being tormented on the seas
Going crazy, muttering, fighting, as I'm tossed on my own seas
Something now must leave me.
For too long I've lived untrusting, as if a nail I have yet been rusting
As my package of unforgiveness is fueled by my own manner everyday.
I'm a hobo and a shamble each day I live the same old ramble
Through the same old mire and bramble serving all my disarray
I am my own symbol of how not to live life everyday
Yet I go on still uncaring down my vile and harmful way
My own doom I do portray.
Is this what unforgiveness does, having a man think of what he was
Before he thought to not forgive the person that offended
him?
I have rights and I have measures for my own privileges and pleasures
Which I store up and I treasure…yet all my life is all too grim
Meeting with the forgetful sea, my choices are to drown or swim.
Will I choose to drown or swim?
Can I let go of all that hurt me some alive and some in graves deep?
Can I allow inflated past to float back to where it belongs?
I'm a slave and I'm noble, going nowhere going global
All my unforgiveness mobile, I take up and I'm in wrong
I have chosen not to forgive which is why I'm yet in wrong
All of this is my sad song.
I forgive the past offenders who've served too long as my
contenders
In the fight of life and conscience, fighting for my sanity
I forgive all those who wanted satisfaction to have me
haunted
I forgive them, I'm undaunted they will have no hold on me
I forgive and I forget them, they are cast into the sea
I'll forgive to be set free.
***allow me to say that Poe was a poetic genius with this rhyme. it was quite a challenge, but i think it came through.***