I ask you not forgiveness
nor relief from
fair judgement
Rid me only of this
night at the shore
of tragedy
Let me have the
inching guillotine and
I will cherish
Its shining blade.
But do rid me of
these uncertain
hours and seconds
before the wake.
Dear Poeter, In fact, the title of the poem conveys the full meaning. Realities and nostalgia for life are in competition with each other in the human-inhabited earth. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations