Shorelorn

It's tragedy, contracting on the side of the water,
If wishes could make a row
Boats would never know
And the living would go slow

Sorry is the answer to low:
Feel the sadness rather than lifting
A heavy past and present and shame and 
Guilt won't deliver on its promises,
Answering to a self 
That isn't going to wash away

Boats go by, never through,
And pause only when time hiccups
The breeze breathes rough air into clean eyes
Glistening turns to tears with a wish and an admission
I was never enough
To make a grade into a life
And therefore, I reason,
Lakeside cause and effect
Lap at the shore 
Without overcoming the bank