Just recently I read a very emotional poem - about two days ago. I just wanted to share this with GameSpot; it evokes true feelings everyone has with nature, themselves, and other people.

Forgive My Guilt

Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Not always sure what things called sins may be,

I am sure of one sin I have done.

It was years ago, and I was a boy,

I lay in the frostflowers with a gun,

The air ran blue as the flowers, I held my breath,

Two birds on golden legs slim as dream things

Ran like quicksilver on the golden sand,

My gun went off, they ran with broken wings

Into the sea, I ran to fetch them in,

But they swam with their heads high out to sea,

They cried like two sorrowful high flutes,

With jagged ivory bones where wings should be.

For days I heard them when I walked that headland

Crying out to their kind in the blue,

The other plovers were going over south

On silver wings leaving these broken two.

The cries went out one day; but I still hear them

Over all the sounds of sorrow in war or peace

I ever have heard, time cannot drown them,

Those slender flutes of sorrow never cease.

Two airy things forever denied the air!

I never knew how their lives at last were spilt,

But I have hoped for years all that is wild,

Airy, and beautiful will forgive my guilt.