Culpa Mea Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

I couldn't check the blow;
I did allow the tear flow
I couldn't baulk an outrage;
I couldn't stop the war some wage.
I wished I could, but couldn't help…
What can I do, a miserable whelp? !

Can I undo what has been done
To straighten arms in dolour wrung?

I wish I could Weltschmerze soothe
To resurrect the fallen youth,
To re-enthuse despairing ones,
Enable one to grasp a chance.

But while our globe is being rolled
I cannot help. It is my fault…

15/08/2018