Remorse
by Aurelio Rico Lopez III
A voice beckons
Deep within the well,
Where ten years today,
Little Angela fell.
Amidst the tall grass,
Above a building breeze,
Remorse’s heavy load,
Drops me to my knees.
A little child’s voice
Unforgiving, yet hushed;
Do you remember, Papa?
This is where you pushed.
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