The Afterglow of Regret
In the afterglow of regret,
my pain is exposed,
and I am vulnerable
For I am a criminal
guilty of many mistakes,
gambling my life as stakes.
Throwing away the seeds of dreams and passion
for a shade of misery and depression.
All that I could have achieved
is all that I couldn’t achieve.
And the pangs in my heart every now and then
is worse than a painful death.
My life a blunt, rusted sword
Snatched away from it’s sheath.
A sheath so beautiful and warm,
like a fire on a winter’s night.
But now the sword lies cold and forgotten.
A victim of a scheme so rotten
it makes the young old, and the old disappear
from the hearts and minds of mankind.
In the dark depths a plan of some kind
Is hatched, and plots against those who dare to dream,
those who dare to break the shackles of tedium, are made.
And it has all been said.
But my ears have played tricks on my mind
and made it hear what was to be heard.
My senses are numb and my mind is left all alone.
And even if I was shown
a path to everlasting beauty and undying happiness,
I would still follow the atrocities
committed by my tainted soul
that stole, my beautiful and warm sheath
and left me alone in the afterglow of my regret.