Repent

To what end

To what new beginning

First time to regret

And I still can't forget

What if I'm wrong

What more can I change 

What if there's more 

Under the tongue 

No words and no signs

Silence, smoke and sighs

Troubled weary mind 

Regret I can't hide 

But again, to what end

Tears to descend 

A frown on the mouth 

For the lack of sweetest warmth 

More sadness 

Less madness 

Like a one-legged man trying to run

A prisoner awaits to see the sun

And again, no word, no sign

A memory of mystique heated wine

And the last of her scent

And a wish to repent 

The moon can't tell how much I yearn

The flame still burns, awaits your return 

Even the ice in my drink 

It spells your name 

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

even the ice in my drink spells your name. when we are fully immersed in the thoughts of another. This poem speaks well to that.

[Ruth]

Outstanding finale to this...tension here is amazing, much enjoyed xox