Poetry

Regret

A moment in the past forgotten and lost
What would it take to go back; at what cost?
I would filter the anger and sadness alike
Fill it back up with courage and strife
I would fight for my family
And fight without crumbling
I would throw out the silence
Fill my lungs with a vengeful violence
A silent bystander I no longer would be
A fighter, regretful for never fighting
A man who fought me

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s