Regret

The blues did not come from out of the blue

they slowly soaked his skin in sorrow

the restlessness quietly jangled his nerves

his eyes became twin pools of reminiscences

sehnsucht washed over him in wave after wave

regret a dagger stuck in his heart

was twisted with exquisite precision

by every passing second

fool he was to spurn love

true love

for it frightened him

the way it pulsated in his bloodstream

a life of unencumbered living was what he wanted then

now standing alone watching his reflection

remorse turns his bones to liquid

and he wonders how he could have

shredded her dreams in seemingly dignified air of victory!

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65 thoughts on “Regret

  1. We hurt those who love us the most. Thanks for correcting the formatting was trying hard to decipher the meaning. The dagger he seemed to pierce and impale unto himself. Your words drip solemn regret. Masterful my dear, always a grand read.

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  2. Your descriptions of regret are masterful.. I love your use of water within the poem, and your finale packs a punch!

    β€œremorse turns his bones to liquid
    and he wonders how he could have
    shredded her dreams in seemingly dignified air of victory!”

    Bravo! ❀️❀️

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  3. So many dark feelings, and yet not enough self-reflection “And he wonders how …” shows that there is an inkling, but no depth yet. I wonder who I have shredded looking back.

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