Is remorse a prison to the soul
the sole utterance of reproach
that if not to myself be True
the possible best in life accrue

What if regret creeps on the morning
a thief stalking the shadow of dawn
as fresh from bare motive drawing
crystal arteries of a day that is new

or shall we allow the mind meander
let it's "work" find itself crowning
there in its core uncover simplicity
strip away a mournful state of heart



  • Author: crypticbard (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 1st, 2022 08:58
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Good write CB.

  • Bella Shepard

    A wonderful, thought provoking poem dear poet.

    • crypticbard

      Thanks Bella. Glad that this poem can initiate a conversation or a thought process.

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