This poem was written to all the missed opportunities, to all the screw ups we’ve ever made, and all the regret pilled up within each of us. Enjoy.
Regret
Silent raindrops fall
in the death of night
lit by a single, dying flame
who weeps.
Her existence is ignored
as the years grind down
hitting cold, cold earth
those failing eyes look around
Through the silent faces
of opportunities long past
across hidden doors
and hallowed paths
Where long chapters of life
weren’t left to decay
and lovers still live
past the grave of old photos.
And so she screams, she rages!
but her cries are unheard,
her torment unnoticed,
sadness unseen.
For in the death of night
the dying flame
still weeps.
A.C.
Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
Captivating & thought provoking
wah,such a good poem…nice..^_^
I’m speechless… you my friend were born to be a poet !
Your comments flatter me too much… thanks! And I do try my best to make poems that mean something to at least one person, glad to see that you liked them
I loved them, I followed your blog and even gave my friend your link. Keep the good stuff comin..
great