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By Tony DeLorger © 2012
It is with regret I cast the first stone,
find blame and pursue the course of retribution,
even though it is me on the other side of the mirror,
accusations pinging back and forth between us.
Yet each time I find this path, find this impasse,
yearning for the serenity of balance but finding none,
my eyes deeply embedded in the sting of regret,
the fact that my life is my responsibility alone.
So in whom do I find cause to question,
when all roads lead to me, the master of my path,
and who do I trust in retribution if not the balance that governs,
the cause and effect that ensues regardless.
Here I stand at my mirror,
the sight of me irrefutable and blatantly exposed,
to bare the brunt of my regretful maudlin sentiments,
where truth clashes with a far greater truth.
Now I regret that I regret,
my head spinning from this conundrum,
this realisation that what is is, regardless of blame,
regardless of my crooked arrows and pointless tirades.
Here I stand before my judge and jury,
wicked and dripping with self-loathing,
only to be a child looking for recompense,
when by nature it is by my perspective, one way or the another.