Posted in Being True, Poems - A Collection of Expressions

Living with Regret



It is the splinter under the flesh

The thorn that bites the heel

The speck in the eyes that one cannot see.


A pinching hollow darkness

That breeds nightmarish dreams

Born of normal ones, but twisted at the seams.


The cause is immaterial,

Be it false or just,

The effect is the same; a harsh breach of trust.


Perhaps there is a chance

In the offer of forgiveness

But damned is the soul that agrees to that perspective.


For memory allows no retraction

Of words, from thought or speech

Salvation seems a poor joke while bound to punishment’s leash.


© Ruth P. – 2016

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An avid reader, thinker, daydreamer and listener. I like black cats and warm rain and fast cars. And oh yes, I quite like to write too!!

9 thoughts on “Living with Regret

    1. It is good to be back. 🙂
      The break was a necessity, what with all the shifts and changes going on in real life. But these needed to be said – like much needed catharsis – so it only made sense to come back as soon as possible.
      I have missed you too. 🙂

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