V For Vindictive

a poem about remorse

Photo by Amy Treasure on Unsplash

Vindictive and volatile you are
And the words cloth you lay.
I say,
”That’s the present I don’t deserve! ”
I serve you as best as I can
And honey, if it’s not me,
Then who is your biggest fan?
Remorse is unknown to people.
To people of your kind, my dear
Nearby tragedy walks
Peeks and patiently waits outside.
Dried apricots of your lips, silly
Is the best remuneration for my people’s kind.