Sickly Forgiving

My face broken and disrespected,
I was complete, and they took it all apart,
Trying to cry but my eyes have been removed,
Attempting to scream but no sound comes out,
Praying to the holy ghost, my words are silent,
Yet still they are heard, from some were,
Simple thoughts that no one can hear,
Based on the construction of life,
Broken and disrespected,
Here I lay, ready to give it all away,
Is this what they call forgiving my sins.

Ian Robert Potapoff