His intentions be as honourable
as his words
Circumstantial, evidence has past
Seeing the reality
Of what has come to pass
is no more, the door.
A window of opportunity
Chance, a good nights sleep
Suffering no more, less
the Thorny stab of bleak
Retroactive chamber, heaving
reflections with meaning.
Mercury rises, how to cope?
With his words of revoke.
Perhaps in atonement
The answer is given
As the father echos
"For my dear, have YOU sinned?"
as swells transition to pallor
no sooner than heart touches head.
by Lorna Cameron
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