poetry

I'm never sorry

Remorse: the weaklings

reprieve

But

Tonight's the night for

Old ways and dead ends

To shatter like

A glass cocoon

Inside hope was asleep

Yet patient

She would have waited

Four turns of the wheel

Of samsara

My beloved, I'm so sorry

I'm sorry

I betrayed you with

Toxic words now you

Returned to the cosmos

Forgive me

PLEASE FORGIVE ME