As the fire fades, clarity surprises
The past examined, painfully
For what useful purpose?
Extinguished, only steam rises
Amends attempted, never given
A life of regret, a bitter commodity
Never convincing, nor sold
The growing want of being forgiven
Some remain, to still pierce
They try to explain the futility
Try to show a path out of this
But the fire smoulders still
The earth calls, wind grows scarce
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 