CHAGRIN

It is the impuissance;
and not the wounds that pain,
in going back in time,

to set things right again.

Mistaken were the assumptions
and things were not to hide.
An attitude that got contorted,
and drifted towards the wrong side.

Swept by extreme callousness,
Inadvertent that it was.
Love was desecrated,
And hurt it did cause.

Surreptitious deeds,
cost the diaphanous trust.
For wants, not needs,
and succumbing to sinful lust.

And when you rue,
sincerely you do remorse.
Ghosts of past shall haunt you,
making your plight worse.

Ah, the cries of broken hearts
and this vicissitude.
Long it will take to join again these broken parts
and sins to be completely spewed.