Foolish Pride

Reasons were not
important,
nor altogether
relevant.
Excuses were
a waste of
time,
even love had
become less
of a consideration.
Now,
only forgiveness
mattered,
and that was
impossible without
remorse.

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “Foolish Pride

  1. Ah remorse – that bittersweet emotion. Your poem is beautiful.

  2. Shawna

    “and that was impossible without remorse” … And there’s your infamous bite at the end.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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