the lights of yesterday’s dreams,
and tomorrow’s rejections.
regrets feed the petals of
the window pane flowers
down to the root
of habitual mistakes.
i open the window
to take a breath of life-polluted air,
and leap to my shadow
I must say that your inspirational moods inspire works of art. This is truly a masterpiece. Short and to the point. What more is there to say. Why should you explain what we all know. It is a beautiful poem. I am left quite speechless. I hope you don't find me overdramatic but this poem is great. There are no need for further words. *claps* Bravo!
Hey there, wish I had such inspirational moods! The short lines complimented the kinda "depressed" scenery. I loved the irony behind "regrets feed the petals of the window pane flowers down to the root of habitual mistakes", because flowers should actually be seen as a kind off "life form" and here it's compared more to the "down side" of life. Enjoyed this, well done