Overview of Remorse
The sun is so bright on the
days you don't expect it to be
so you stand, unprepared, blinded
by this thing that's good, but that hurts.
You squint as a tractor drives by,
with big wheels and endless pride
But then -- it runs over
what it's not supposed to, and
you scream like you would at an
old lover who you are now forbidden to see because
your encounters were a release,
a place to breathe,
but what mattered was scattered
and so it's now an
overview of remorse,
a thing that shines
from an outside source
when it shouldn't
because each of us
has been in a place where we didn't belong, and have stood, completely assured that justice should be served when right is outbid by wrong,
but then when it happens to us,
our views on all kinds of rules start to change.
Maybe second chances aren't so bad.
Maybe third aren't so bad either.
Maybe it's when we walk in on our
that life starts to matter.