Regret
The seer of all your weight.
Not in mirrors or magazines
but the truth that everything won’t be ok.
You don’t own forgiveness or tomorrow.
Shame grows in the eye of your peers
and everyone else being lord,
nobleman, winter or crow
has eyes and confines you to your land
that will never again bear fruit
until the soul is again ready.
Copyright © Mike Butler | Year Posted 2013
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