Is remorse a prison to the soul <br />the sole utterance of reproach <br />that if not to myself be True <br />the possible best in life accrue <br />what if regret creeps on the morning <br />a thief stalking the shadow of dawn <br />(re) fresh from bare motive drawing <br />crystal arteries of a day that is new <br />or shall we allow the mind meander <br />let it's 'work' find itself crowning <br />there in its core uncover simplicity <br />strip away a mournful state of heart <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/restless-2/
