dying?

wow. Arla's thoughts are everywhere, aren't they?

I don't regret a thing.

Which is odd.
I probably should.

If you were sprawled out, dying, as I was, you would be like: "I regret being Ryan's lover." or "I regret leaving home yesterday for this world."

But that's only normal.
I've never really been one for normality.

yesterday,
I would have regretted so many things.
I would have second guessed myself a million times.

But, strangely, the act of dying does alot to your judgement.
I should know.

So, let's see....
My chest hurts.
cause of death?
Oh...yeah. it's probably the sword jammed through my heart.
Or is it my poor judgement?
Ya never know.

I don't regret anything.

Wait... is that a horse or an elephant?
Can't be an elephant...this is Scotland...not...not...not wherever the heck they ride elephants at.

Funny how distracted you get when you die. Isn't it?

Oh! and Robby!
I happen to know that spiders hate you too!

I do not regret leading this war.

Goodbye.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Regret a odd word. Few things in life we will truly regret. I did like this poem. You danced on the logic of the word regret. Old age does make regret appear. When death appeared. The regret is forgotten. I like how you ended the poem. Left a open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[SpeedyHobbit Armstrong]

Wow, this was spectacular and sad at the same time. You definitely evoked pity and sorrow

[WindsorWolf28]

Thanks. I appreciate you reading it.