Body of Regrets

I’m the space in between your eyes,

If you cross intently you’ll feel the blinding  sensation

The sudden realization of existence

I only hope you learn to breathe

I’m hanging on your ribcage

Waiting to be sucked away

The days tick by

As I count the lies that fall past me

Some try to take my hand

Or grab my feet in last attempt

They swirl around in a faded image of gray

And fall into a glowing pink room

Where the smell is unbearable

And the walls keep sinking in,

A digestion of sin

I don’t want to know what happens next

As you choke down more regrets

I’d hope they get suck, in your windpipe or

Lungs

Where I’ll ignore them all

 

Author's Note

I typed this out in my math lab one day (when I really should have been doing homework)

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Apparently math lab was a great place to
rid yourself of regrets. It happened !
You even eliminated some of mine in the
process.
An exquisite poem, right from the heart (mind).

Can hardly wait to read some of your more
thoughtful poems.

Excellent writing .

------ Eagle Cruagh