Ceaseless Remorse

So Many a Times

So many unanswered questions he left behind

So many thoughts he confined within his mind
So many a times his stung heart was hurt
He was a gentle man with a heart so kind

So many a times he would give and not take

So many a times his promises he would not break
So many a times he got abused and exploited
Patiently continuing to smile only for HIS sake

So many a times he was their selfless protector

Whilst he silently hummed his own doleful songs

So many a times he was mistreated and ignored
Not ever complaining about their repeated wrongs

So many a times he would render a pleasant picture

To shadow his true story and that of his family

So many a times he would close his eyes to the truth
Now he rests with his eyes closed for eternity

So many a times they longed they were by his side

So many a times they wished they opened their ears
Now it’s too late, he’s gone, never to return
Now they live in regret only shedding mortified tears

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So many a times they get lost in their pangs of guilt

Promising to change and not to repeat their past
Swimming in broken promises and empty words
Only to drown in recurrent mistakes ruefully fast
How quick they are at forgetting their shameful ways
Weaving a new audience, new victims, a new cast
For their own play, to continue retelling their tales
But not learning from them until their regrets blast
Where they have reached a point of no more returns
When it’s too late to make amends, they are aghast
As they awaken to their new fate of crocodile remorse
Realising how often they sank into, parroted, their past

Monday, 20th June 2005

London, UK