posted May 03, 2007 05:35 PM
Regrets or The GhostRegret for things said or done
tear me apart
over and over they play
in a small theater in my brain
pondering how situations could have been
different
as though the endless rehash will alter what was
praying that this or that will not be a
occasion that leads
to the painful amputation from you
later in life
it appears as though I fell short of
my ideal yet again
I cringe inside when I sense her there
invading me
perhaps she cannot be banished
I will hold out and prevail over her
eventually
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After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music." - Aldous Huxley