Other Things

Regret once again rears it's leaden head,
A wild, mangy beast!
With doubt and pain trailing behind,
Two serpentine, wriggling things
That writhe their way into the soul.

Regret is the sordid night-thing,
With the steaming, slavering jaws.
The thing that hounds and hounds,
Keeping pace,
Hellhound on the scent of blood.

I run and run,
Shades of my life whiz by,
Grey blurs and still-shots,
Frozen in time.
What use is running?
I am at terminus,
End of my line
With regret (that damnable, foul thing!) close behind.

There is no use to running!
I'm trapped at terminus!
Regret clamps shut it's jaws,
But it isn't so bad.
I'm here with the other things
That regret has taken from me.

Reviews

[Pi Cee]

Nicely written. Good flow of words. I like this. =)