gkpoetry

And if I stay no wiser than before,
Regret consumes my heart ’til nothing left
Save a hollow, which means I stay bereft
Unless thoughts of her and me I ignore.
But who is it that leaves ajar this door,
An entry for this torment’s sanctioned heft
To crush until my spirit’s forever undeft,
That tolerates this woe yet more and more?
‘Tis I, of course, who else has place to block,
Forgo the clash of blame, who’s ‘right or wrong’,
Sever heartache’s traction and live in it’s face?
Construct my own demise, a life to knock,
Or toughen up to bravely push along,
Bloodied, yet seeking life’s joys with fearsome grace?