DonSemora

I have delved into Poetry, and this was my first poem I ever wrote. Since this poem, I have published a book of Poetry. Here is the poem. As I sit here, my soul spinning in the chaos of my life’s wake. I ponder my actions, the risks, the lies, the hopeless hate. All of the pain I caused, the horrible heartache. Woe be me and my life’s lament…. I regret so much, and wish I could go back and make so many things right. Deal with this torment. Harsh words spoken out of false hate. I kept my heart, my soul enclosed, locked behind a dark gate. Preventing me from being the person I should have been. The father, the son, the man I regretfully allowed to become negated. Instead I so willfully hated. But with age sometimes comes clarity, the years make me think and allows my conscious to awake. Woe is me and my deep regret, my past lays over me like thick fog that no wind can abate. Deep and dark within me, my regret eats at me, and makes my very soul ache. Raw and bleeding, like salt