CONTRITE

Contrite

By james a. galgano

No act of contrition will suffice.

In the heat of an inclement night

Where the eye of all storms appears

Like a foreboding premonition

Promising falsely to relieve

Your incurable condition

As if you were caught in a circular rendition.

With an unforgettable melody that reminds

What has broken your heart?

And left you alone in a dance for all time.

Across the ballroom floor inconceivably designed

Unable to comfort your sorrow forever to come.

While you without a life partner face each new sunrise

With a strained smile on aging face

As if it mattered what you might done to replace.

The sorrow mainlined to your heart's discontent.

As if every effort you made to procure eternal love.

Was misplaced and misspent on misplaced devotion.

Now your heart is left adrift upon an unwelcome ocean.

Where your dreams wander forevermore

Searching for a welcoming port to find reprieve.

From what once you thought would be

But in fact, never believed would prevail.

Now you are left lost and lonesome.

Incarcerated in your own desires eternal jail

With no key or promise escape in sight

So you are left alone with an act of contrition

Not of your own making that will not suffice

Nor offer hope or respite for each incoming inclement night.