REGRET

To Heta

I wake up in the afternoon, the dead

having come back in a dream

in which hope soared with broken wings,

and now cast out I lay in the clarity

of consciousness where hope

is a sunken piece of land

covering the bones that should

still flesh and kind sentience carry.

This is the burden of our sins,

the betrayals that we wrought

to forge our crumbling selves -

to live to regret each day with

the purity we reached for in vain

when those who needed our love

where there still to reach and save.

Regret until we in others' dreams

become better people than we are. 

23.05.2020