in maddening rant of my soliloquy of stolid resistance
out of the dispossessing fury of this stern and solemn discontent
I remain steadfast to the point of wilful unawareness
because it pains me deepest should I bow or soften to concede
Strangely awash with rivulets and tricklets of deep sorrow
where I let flow these streams of bitter tears for this remorse
holding no reason now to grapple for forgiveness
except to struggle in this resolution to stand firm.
Originally Published ~ 28/04/2015