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.

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When in the dark I rest my spirit

I find there is no bliss,

Just time to heal the damage that’s been done

Time for me to escape the “feel”.

When you are a prisoner to the world of words and feelings

There is no real release.

Instead every ounce of your being is consumed and tortured

Just like a prisoner waiting for his sentence to be handed down.

I rest but, yet I am still tortured

Tempted by the “why’s “and what “if’s”.

I don’t know how others do it,

Leaving things to settle and finally being free.

I think I will forever remain incumbered by these things that consume me.

MwsR ❤

In the end

In the end will there be peace

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Maybe I should beg while on my knees.

I feel this pressure from above

To take care of those I love.

The need is like none else.

It starts somewhere deep inside myself.

I wish to be close and thought of often

Not left out or forgotten

I hope to have the best of days

Just to heal or mend

I want this all before the END.

                                                MwsR ❤