Reprieve

by

McKenna Byrne

There is no blame that your misguided eye
Saw virtue in me born of your own need,
Nor judgment on this heart, that let you feed
Upon my presence that became a lie.
I know full well this rugged world is why,
Without a conscious motive to mislead,
Frail lives to odd deceptions may concede,
In effort not to shrivel up and die.
There is reprieve for pride that cannot show
Its dehydrated dreams before the world - a flat
Despairing field that yields but vain regret -
So I will cast no blame and will not call you foe,
But dream the bond had we but told that
Both our hearts were empty when we met.

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from: Sunderland, England, UK

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