Faulty Remorse

This glory unknown.

My filth a curse.

Pain unneeded.

My dreams were bliss.

I wished it so.

But now fate has happened.

What should I do?

Guilty? Yes,

My morals don’t lie.

My love was hiding.

All the time alone.

I should have known.

Success is not mine.

Only for those divine.

Tis why I’m lonely.

Always unfit.

My fear…?

You’ll chose him,

This I admit.

My crime?

Of passion.

My sentence?

Guile…

Though I love you.

My shame does freight.

Regret…

I hope not to conjure.

My life was over.

But now reborn.

Love not in vain.

But still guilt at hand.

My sides still tremble.

Feeling so sad.

Only in a lifetime,

You find one so kind.

But I seem to diminish this.

I find it obscure.

My ethics aren’t challenged.

My esteem isn’t either.

It’s sad,

I contain neither.

My remorse is evident.

I hope you see…

The person I am.

Its fault of me.

But self-pity I feel.

This I adapt.

Alone on the earth.

My habitat…

-Chris Cagle

11/4/02