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Regrets
by Holly H Dunne
I hacked apart those golden strings
That laced our souls together
Wrenched my heart from your embrace
And broke the most beautiful thing I ever had
I murdered something that was not meant to die
And I see its ghost reflected everywhere I look
Haunting me with its silent song
Of what might have been
And in commiting that terrible crime
My regret gave birth to a gremlin, now living in my core
Gnawing on my emotions, diseasing every feeling
And I know that I will never, could never, love again.
05/21/2004 Author's Note: "I've still got your face painted on my heart" - The Cult
Posted on 05/21/2004
Copyright © 2024 Holly H Dunne
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 11/08/05 at 08:12 PM mm. good stuff. 'silent song / of what might have been' definitely rings true with me. [i notice your title doesn't have the same question mark as mine...] |
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