Forgiven

This is a poem about forgiveness and the lack thereof

I thought you should know I was haunted
Seems fitting on this bleak autumn day
All the trees stand stripped and naked
Their cloaks have been whispered away

The prairie asunder is shrouded
Hiding its strong stoic face
The emerald blades are dying
Ashamed by their complacent disgrace

Apollo himself has hidden
In these tempestuous November skies
The flowers have long since withered
Chastened by icy reprise

I thought you should know I see you
In spite of this cold misty haze
Only the concrete accepts your drizzle
Even nature rejects your ways

Apollo lets drizzle be frozen
Existing as sludge on the street
Cursed upon by all people
Stepped on by our feet

I thought you should know you're forgiven
Perhaps your judgment was lost in the muddle
And though what you took cant be re-given
My tears don't plunge to a puddle

Its actually your climate that concerns me
For I know that you must not be well
Even a strong man would take to weeping
Whilst envisioning forever in hell.