Rained regrets

I encountered the battered soul

Which has been drenched in

The tempestuous storm of regret.

The rains of what could have been

Perturbing the very existence 

Of that tender heart, and for it is tender,

It has been caught up in this storm

With no view of any shelter across the horizon.

The prickly thorns of a disturbing past

Wounding the insides of the soul,

Its heart dripping with crimson blood

And there seems to be no healing in its foresight.

Perhaps, this soul needs to now

Come to terms with what had been,

Letting go of those tumultuous thoughts.

It needs to perhaps, build a shelter for itself

With the last bit of hope, it has buried

Deep within its mind, 

For it has rained regret for quite some time now.