Regret is fright
with useless hindsight,
When blushing shows up,
repentance has already slipped away.
A sorrowful attempt to explain future rejections.
It is a bit cowardly after deliberate action
A diffuse cleansing by a hypocritical civilisation.
Unconstrained, you have sung your own tune
thought you were a mountaineer for
conquering a dune.
Do not be disappointed when the story is told
Why protect a body whose soul already was sold?
It is too late,
For what is regret
but the sun trying to deny her sinister shade…