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 appear
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.