No Regret
by Casey Lord
Desperately hard,
He is trying,
Though a little too much for her taste.
Belittled in her eyes,
He is trying,
To prove himself once again.
Shamelessly so,
He is lying,
Of past great deeds he has done.
Pathetically now,
He is lying,
As she fiddles her fingers and waits.
Sadly now,
He is dying,
With every roll of her eyes.
Obviously now,
He is dying,
She sent him away; no regret.