No more than I deserve
My poems are reflections focussed on the satin
Backcloth of night. Focussed when the world is
Quiet and I may better feel the pain of a heart
That once beat for me and I let down. Love now
Lost and cast into the abyss of time wherein I
Rummage for answers that will not come
Link me not to love but to chagrin. Failure to see
Love for what it was and be glad of its company
Glad of a girl who took me to her heart, pressed
Me to her breast and lay in my arms while my
Thoughts slipped away to another place, another
Night, another bed
Thus, I am truly lost and confession no more use
Than decoration. Confession can't turn clocks back
Can't do anything save persuade the gullible they
Have by some miracle obtained forgiveness but from
Whom? Come, feel the pain and you will know there
Is no forgiveness, my loss is absolute and the price
I pay no more than I deserve
© Joseph G Dawson
18/11/2017 --23/06/2016
