Regret

a poem about the one that got away. i suppose it's rather rambley.

My mind can no longer deny,

The thirsts of my heart and soul.

For every second is like the rumbling of drums,

building up the minutes so empty and long,

that turn into hours of unendurable strain,

and pass into the brazen days of discontent,

that burn like the fire with embers spent,

and these flow into the drain of months gone by,

that take me ever away from that essence of life that once brightened my cheeks.

For mine eyes have seen the golden pinnacle,

My hands have grasped the summit of dreams,

My spirit was lifted into the heavens of old,

With nothing that could melt my wings,

Until that day that eclipsed the sun,

And I fell from my roost broken and numb.

Oh, how I wish I could take it away,

To be back in a time when I did not know what I'd miss,

Before the touch of parted lips,

Before the grasp of interlocking finger tips,

Before frantic meaningless arguments,

Before all the nights clouded with smoke,

Before awkward glances from morning bike racks,

Before that trip across the universe,

What I would not give just to be able,

To look you in the eye on more time,

Without remorse,

and say "Hi",

For over all the loathing and malcontent,

All the days with bottle in hand,

All the filling of holes with questionable substance,

The one cloud that is above all,

Is the one I was taught a man should never know,

It has a simple name,

Only one word,

Regret.

Reviews

[Riley Mistwood]

Love the poem. i can relate

[MOON]

Lovely poignant write, regret comes too late if we could only turn back time.