Mistaken (copyrighted 2014)

Mistaken

My guilt comes in mournful vision

As a conquest of conscience

Leaving behind bleeding confidence

Strewn throughout my mind – the war-torn land,

Stained in backlashed crimson of my wounds,

Wrought by self-infliction’s whip in hand

Unthinking, unfeeling decisions I have taken

Love from fond faces in want of healing I’ve forsaken

I dare not say I was simply mistaken

 

Beating flags, left ominous the effigies of consequence

Heralding in deafening thoughts of regret, thoughts that beget

Reflection upon this victory bitterly won

By victor, by tempter ruthless in conquest of conscience

 

I am partly to blame for bloodshed of

Rash actions taken by way of imprudence

For actions I made thoughtlessly when the fight in me was done

And took its leave so cowardly under temptation’s gun

Unthinking, unfeeling decisions I have taken

Love from fond faces in want of healing I’ve forsaken

I dare not say I was simply mistaken

 

This battle is lost and my guilt accosts me

As the victor’s flags rattle and furiously prattle

Telling me well the costly aftermath

In loss of life once without trouble

Now swelling from the rubble

The shame of a fool’s disgrace

 

Nothing braced me for acknowledging

The love I had forsaken in numbers of tears quaking

Tears from fond faces breaking from the grief of

The unthinking, the unfeeling decisions I had taken

I dare not say I was simply mistaken

 

No excuses will allay my abuses

Forgive me for your trust’s misuses

Stricken to the core of me,

Sickened by the fond faces breaking I see

Liberties I unjustly have taken

I dare not say I was simply mistaken

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!

One thought on “Mistaken (copyrighted 2014)”

  1. In this poem, I took the path of empathizing with someone who has betrayed his/her family in some way. The speaker is reflecting on the guilt he/she feels.

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