602 ~ No Quick Remedies Poem by stan pelfrey

beauty can not
alight a face
masking the truth

malicious sins can
be forgiven, but
never forgotten

trust can not
be pieced back
together once it is broken

head axioms
repeating, mantras
needing to be
heeded, acted upon
for remedy to come

head and heart
battling for
what is right,
head plays a
parlor trick and
doomed to combat
itself

confusion courses
through the blood,
there's no axiom,
no mantra,
no quick remedies
for fate