Vagrant fear
strengthened
by the cold misty breath
of yesterday's failures -
neatly tethered
with the undone pledge
of Fidelity.

Crying oceans
of regret,
you seek redemption
in my features -
do the eyes soften
with good-time memories?
Does Another Chance
exist?

The weight
of needy expectation
is heavy on tired shoulders -
the chord is cut
and now you must journey
Alone.