Although not one of my own poems ( I can't write half as good as this) I still loved it!
so wide and so vast,
it gives me no future
and leaves me no past.
Remorse and regrets,
for the choices I’ve made,
now hammer my brain.
in a living cascade,
of roads left un-taken
and paths unexplored,
of things that I’ve longed for,
of those gone ignored.
Dreams of the dreams,
and of what might have been,
the costs for time wasted,
the wages of sin.
Procrastination,
it taking those turns,
the places I’ve passed by,
where bridges were burned.
The loss of those moments
that can’t be replaced,
a world of ‘what if’s? ’
is what I now face.
Oh my mind is so fraught,
my will vastly frozen,
with thoughts of those choices,
that I’ve never chosen.
With time that elapses,
so quickly somehow,
to bring me this day,
the here and the now.
I’m drinking the bottom.
the grounds in the brew,
with a mind full of memories
of the things I can’t do.
I would wish to return to
that moment in time,
where all possibilities,
were possibly mine.
Where I was a writer
of meaningful verse,
where I found acceptance
and knew my life's worth.
As my breath is cut short
by my own foolish hand,
I will tell you, I'm sorry,
it's not want I planned.
Jane Van Doe
