The Things Gone Wrong

Looking back at how I felt when things just didn't stay together....

I wish my pen had better ink.

That I could write better what I think

I wish my hand could whisk away time

That I shouldn't be feeling I committed a crime

I wish my thoughts weren't aged and wrinkled

That my heart and companionship twinkled

But instead of all these things held inside

I'm silent, unable to express whats denied