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
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2022 08:58
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Comments2
Good write CB.
Cheers orchi
A wonderful, thought provoking poem dear poet.
Thanks Bella. Glad that this poem can initiate a conversation or a thought process.
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