The Apology

Too little, too late (Form: Rondeau)

Apology (Rondeau)


Because of pride, cruel words were said
filling my aching heart with dread.
I left without a single word;
not one was spoken, none were heard
as sorrow into silence fled.

We never know what lies ahead
or what path fate may have us tread.
I would not, could not be deterred
because of pride.

Angry words cannot be unsaid.
Deep remorse filled my heart and head
distracting me; my vision blurred
and the speeding car went unheard.
My apology now lies dead
because of pride.


Notes:

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Prompt: Pride

Form: Rondeau A Rondeau is a French form, 15 lines long, consisting of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet with a rhyme scheme of: aabba aabR aabbaR. Lines 9 and 15 are short - a refrain (R) consisting of a phrase taken from line 1. The other lines are of the same metrical length.