Acrimony
Could I ever reconcile
Or ever understand
The winds of Circumstance
That hurled me here
As flotsam cast upon
Your unwelcoming shores;
Opening my memories
To relieve the pain
To exorcise restive spirits
Mere exercises
Effete mental flagellation
Would you ever cast
A thought
Or care to see with my eyes
The split milk of Repentance
The futility
Of vain regrets;
Or just view
My failures
As scars on tree trunks
Growing larger and prominent
Given time.
© Harley
