Rectified. A poem.

I wish that I could rectify
all my copious sins and lies.
I wish I could rebuild the trust
I stole from you with prurient lust.
I wish I could remove the stain
upon my family’s blessed name.
I wish I could reset this life,
changed so paltrily now to strife.

But I cannot rectify these things.
And so I must abide with them;
regret, it seems, my only friend,
goes ever on, until my end.


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