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Regret
A hole so deep it can't be filled.
A pit so black it scares you off.
It holds all the answers, your secrets and feelings,
But one thing is sure, those things will never come up.
Trails created down to the bottom
Created by tears of the chosen mistakes.
The flesh and life have slowly faded
Leaving nothing but traces of death in its place.
Once it was great, full of passion and promise.
Bringing joy to those who came near.
The energy was high
Love was close by
And a willingness to transform was there.
The dreams, the hopes, the passions you felt
Were lost when disturbed by a whirlwind of force
That promised all air as fresh as could be
Which would ignite and strengthen you towards...
Being strong in power together
Being as happy as happy could be
Living life as it should
Giving all that you could
Creating a grand ol' masterpiece.
Now this hole so deep it yearns
To be what it once used to be.
But now it's a pit... Without life... Without shit!!!!
FUCK YOU CUNT... YOU REALLY HURT ME!!!!
Wow. Gut level honesty.
Wow. Gut level honesty. Powerful stuff here. I enjoyed reading this. It expresses exactly how regret is felt for myself...until I regroup after getting the toxins out. Then I usually remember how past regrets always turn out in my favor and I search for what it is I can learn, and how can I grow and expand my horizons on life, love, and personal abundance. Awesome awesome writing and authenticity.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "