Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I Regret

My walking stick in hand
I speak to myself
Without answering
About the waste of time
I could have
More thoroughly
Utilized.

Reflecting
On the mountain trail-
Of sister’s I never knew
Who if asked
Could have warned
Of their minds
Broken and hurt.

I regret
Not hearing
Their quiet pleas,
And for years
Ignoring my own-
Never seeing
His tight control.

My heart
Shocked to life.
I gather courage.
Marriage ruined-
And still he hides
Behind
swollen pride.

2 comments:

  1. I don't do poetry, simply because I don't have the patience to write it. To me though, this seems perfect. Very well written and full of emotion. Great work!

    Have a great weekend and regards to your family. ;-)

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  2. A great piece reflecting on the pain of shifting relationships and the disappointments that they hold.

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