it amazes me
that I haven’t lost
the people
who still choose to touch
my chaotic world
with care and love
sorries mean nothing
without actions to prove
that I amend and regret
that pain I beget
forgive me father for I have sinned
cheated, lied
stolen, tried
to be someone I’m not
how is it
that I’m still not hated
thank you god
I haven’t been left alone
but to falling and failing
running and bailing
obsessing and freaking
havoc wreaking
I will always be prone

Unfinished poem by Nicohl H. Van der Bijl

I was asked what gave me hope, what comforted me at times. This is one of those things, a poem by one of my departed friends.

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