Regret
Regret. I have plenty.
Regret. Close the door.
Wasted a fortune. Regret.
Made myself mad. Regret.
Regret. Throw away my soul.
Regret. Cannot remember tears.
Selfish walls surround this heart. Regret.
Nobodies child. Regret.
Regret. A sealed mouth.
Regret. Poisoned nirvana.
Walk along suicide. Regret.
You get used to Regret...
@Steven Francis poems 1996
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