The Bitter Fruit: a Poem of Regret and Loss

Oh, how my heart weighs heavy with remorse For making a once sweet fruit, so bitter, so coarse She had lovely nature and endless in heart But I, a black hole, took all From the start my darkness consumed her light, Like yang to the yin I took and I took, like a wicked crook and without a second look, Left once I had my fill Gone! In search of a new thrill I watched her beauty rot to ugliness, Like a dying daffodil A monster she's become, twisted with hate Driven to anger by love, she’s gone forever It’s far too late I mourn what I've done, my heart full of regret I have an unpayable debt, for a sweet soul now ruined Oh, how I long to turn back the hands of time To clean up my mess and make amends, But it's too late, the damage is done, and she's gone A monster now, a victim of my selfish con Oh, sweet friend, I apologise for all that I’ve done For turning your light into darkness, For setting your sun