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Like a ghost From yesterday You exist In every moment Even though Our paths diverged Countless years before Many times I thought I had escaped you So many times I was wrong You have been You are And always will be My regret How can I cut these ties I'm tired of being Moored in this place Like a ghost of yesterday You reverberate Across the years Making this longing endure ever on I miss the you Who knew me So many years ago But as it has been said You can't go home again So here I stand as always Trying to let you go When all I ever wanted Was to let you in |
Your work has matured. Good form.| Posted on 2016-10-13 00:00:00 | by Ontlogicalamity | [ Reply to This ] | The title caught my eye so I needed to pop in and read. I also have a poem with the same title and I invite you to stop by and check it out. Regret is so individual, based on life circumstances and mistakes that can last for eternity. A constant reminder of what could have been or what never was. In your circumstance, a person lost. My only recommendation is to add more insight into the circumstances that brought about the regret itself. It may help the reader relate to the feeling rather than just a "love lost" identity. | | Posted on 2016-10-10 00:00:00 | by lmz | [ Reply to This ] | |