Regret

There’s always a sound,

Raging in the background,

There are always these words,

Amidst a swirling storm,

They touch the seal of our lips,

And fall back distraught,

Wait long ticks there,

Whilst ageing like wine,

But why bother? asks time,

For they stay pushed back deep inside,

With no one to blame but the ego gnawing.

 

Thunder? You ask,

Isn’t that the only whip of the storm?

“Yes Indeed” I reply,

To each their own, a sublime divine.

 

If one could speed time along,

One shall see the time they lost,

Protecting life with endless binds,

That stand erect to hurtful lies.

 

Regret is the only way ahead,

He asks himself what he should have done instead,

Only to find yet another dead end,

He lies down once again,

and the answer comes to him just then,

“Ask yourself how you should have done them instead,

Maybe laughed a bit more along the way?

Ask yourself why to throw pebbles at the sea,

Maybe your hurt needn’t be felt by the world, just shared?

Ask yourself if those days of loneliness were really necessary,

When you could be out there, making brand new memories?”