Atonement
There's always a cost in circumstance lost,
When the pitied mistakes start to bleed ...
But I never meant that these errors be bent,
By the demons of weakness and greed.
We can never take back the words of attack,
Like hot arrows flung loose from a bow ...
Deception, so tossed, can bring a high cost,
More precious than we're apt to know.
So fast thru my hand, those moments in sand
Then winnowed time's glass in a flood ...
I plotted and schemed yet I never dreamed,
That the price would be taken in blood.
Yes, these lies I own, but yours stood alone,
And we've both underrated their quarry ...
But by heaven and earth, for all that it's worth,
From the depths of my heart ... I'm SO sorry.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Apology" (Any Form) Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
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