The Tears of no Contrition, no Regret

It is to take a second look
at that which might have been...
and know it is an art of false pretense,
that never will resolve the tragedy
of loss, where fault is never owned,
grief is ever there, and joy
is emptied, dried and blown away.

There is no secret substitute,
no consolation waiting in the wings
and it is fruitless to explain.
Here the vast, majestic arches
of the heavens stand in silence;
their muted testimony firm and resolute.
Some will brace themselves; this is
enabling truth and must be faced.

For me, most certainly.
Perhaps for you?
     ~

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"it is fruitless to explain.
Here the vast, majestic arches
of the heavens stand in silence;
their muted testimony firm and resolute.
Some will brace themselves; this is
enabling truth and must be faced."

We must enable the truth to speak up, to stand firm with justice and to face the silence of the lambs. It is true that everything dried, emptied and heartless will be blown away by karma and other natural laws. Excellent poem, sir...:).................

[Dean]

I share your conviction about karma. :-)

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome....:)......

[Michael G. Smith]

I hear you in these words. I've come to learn it is wasted energy to worry about the past when we can merely affect the future. Masterful write.

[Dean]

Thank you very much

[Marie]

That is why I never look back. My regrets are boo bitter to face.

[Dean]

thanks for reading, and taking time to respond