No forgivness for the guilty

People are always asking for forgiveness,
Forgive me for this,
Forgive me for that.
They look to the sky
And ask forgiveness
Of a being, who at best, is ignoring them,
At worst, isn't even listening

They feel the digging,
guilt buries in deep.
They tell themselves,
I'm sorry,
It won't happen again,
A lie.
The guilt they know,
Is the wanting,
The wanting to do it again.

They posture and protest,
I wasn't thinking,
I wasn't myself.
Who were you then?
What were you thinking?
Blank expression, empty excuses
Are the weapons of choice.

Steadfast and resolute,
They crumble like a weathered pillar
standing firm against the real
Cracks and peelings fall at their feet
To admit defeat
Would be to crumble to dust
Blown away in the wind
Guilt doesn't blow away in the wind
Guilt is a weight
And guilt does not forgive.