Could I ever reconcile Or ever understand The winds of Circumstance That hurled me here As flotsam cast upon Your unwelcoming shores; Opening my memories To relieve the pain To exorcise restive spirits Mere exercises Effete mental flagellation Would you ever cast A thought Or care to see with my eyes The split milk of Repentance The futility Of vain regrets; Or just view My failures As scars on tree trunks Growing larger and prominent Given time.