Zanze: Honour

But honour’s heavy hold is hard
It binds me to my decisions
Though good may come, already marred
By incessant indecision.

But honour’s heavy hold
Lies heavy on my mind.
To break my both is bold,
To do so unrefined.

Honours heavy,
And worn by few;
Lost by many,
And less is new.

Honour
Will leave a scar
Of heaven or horror
But honour’s heavy hold is hard

©DSCoremans

Poem 6 of 24, written for the 24hr ‘Poetry Marathon’ by DS Coremans

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