Inspired

What dubious explanation can be found for my crime?
What doubtful harness holds the reins of our friendship:
Tattered, Torn, Dust-covered and threadbare,
Waiting for hands to hold it, if not in kindness,
Than in a stern resolute of will?
What malignancy holds you captive,
 Afar beyond the reach of my prostrate repentance?
I beg of you, do me justice;
relieve me of this restless wonder that twists my heart in pain.