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Mariah

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since January 2014
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Regret

January 5, 2014

Regret

A quiver of arrows that

Pierce my chest every waking moment.

A shadow

Haunting my every dream.

Every day I think of you.

I cannot forget

What I could not say.

At night, when regret leaves me

With no rest,

I look up at the heavens

And see

Your beautiful face

Among the shining stars.

 

Regret

The never-ending torment.

I cannot forget

The moments I let slip

Between my hands.

My hands

I had desperately hoped

Would hold yours.

I fought a war, In hopes

That you would see me.

Hope has struck me down,

Struck me harder

Than any sword ever could.





 

Regret

For the times I didn't

Show you my heart,

Didn't have

The courage

That I claim to own.

When I have a sword

I am afraid of no one,

A man cannot regret a courageous act,

Yet I cannot find in me,

Any courage to win your love.

And still I love you.

You are my life.

 

Regret

Fills my soul

For I know

This is the last letter

I will be sending to you,

Roxane, my love.

How I wish

I could have said it sooner.

You are my love,

And I have loved you

For all times.

Regret sits on my doorstep.

Death brings worry

That you may never know.





 

Regret

For all the moments I sat beside you

And dared not utter a word.

How many times I sat

Waiting for you to feel as I.

Alas! The love of woman

Is more elusive

Than the love of man.

Forgive me, my love,

But you are all I want,

All I ever wanted.

And all I love.

 

Regret

Is my last and greatest enemy

The enemy that stands between

You and I.

The enemy I cannot conquer.

So this is my good-bye

My love.

I will see you in what afterlife

Is to come.

But always remember the words

I could not say,

Could not say, until now.

 
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