Regrets slithered blind to the pain
They struck, and the hearts they withered
The dark sweet tears marked the passing
And drips of sorrow carved new lands

One full of hollows echoed, what had been
Rebounded but the wells were drained
By the more numerous memories of supposing
Could ofs, should ofs… would have beens

Posted: Thursday, July 16th, 2020 @ 5:43 pm
Categories: Poems.
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