Monday, September 22, 2008

A Poem

I've been trying to write a poem that fit three different requirements... I finally gave up, and wrote a poem without heeding the three things, and in the end I had met them. I'll refrain from saying anymore about the poem. (they should speak for themselves, shouldn't they?)


Regret

Sitting down to write,
I find I cannot
for something clouds my thoughts.
What it is I’m not
sure but in it is a wish
that I had done different.

The day washes up and I
find it is empty.
Wasted away by reading
and avoiding things.
My afternoon is gone and
night comes softly with regret.

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