Cliche

June 16, 2010. © Talon Truitt Cherry, All rights reserved

I beg for forgiveness, but want none.
Those two words are empty, and gray.
I pray for the new to take me away,
but it's the old that holds me today.
I'm happy for losing, I'm so sick of trying!
I'm dying for something to say...
How can six billion people so silent, and evil,
make all my words come out cliché.