Poem

Deepest Regrets by MwsR

Some of the deepest wounds

Stem from the deepest regrets

Those that take your breath when you catch yourself remembering

Since there is regret

Suffering is prolonged

These are the kinds of things that burn into your soul, all along.

Soul is desperate in its attempts

Spineless but ever present

Like torturing ourselves, will give us a little more incentive.

Stupid we are

Suppose to let go

Learn from the deepest regrets, learn from all the woe.

After all who will claim them,

Not our family or friends

This is the hardest part to swallow, the need to repent.