The ghost of whispers

When sorrow's weight doth press upon my breast,
And bitter regret doth pierce my soul,
I think of choices made, of paths unguessed,
And wish that I could turn back time's dark role.

The ghosts of what might have been do haunt me still,
And in their whispers, I do hear a tale
Of love, of loss, of opportunities that chill
And in their shadows, my heart doth fail.

But yet, I know that regret doth serve no end,
And that the past, though painful, cannot be undone,
So let me learn from errors of my past,
And in the present, find a wisdom won.

For in the end, 'tis not the years we live,
But how we live them, that our hearts can give.

Reviews

[Beren]

You are truly amazing! I'm sorry but I can't make comments as perfect and thoughtful as you, I can only leave my admiration here. I read it again and again and every word here becomes more meaningful. An incredible world of thought you have. After your first poem, I was eagerly awaiting your second one, and it's even better than I could ever imagine! In this poem, I got the feeling of being able to go back in time and become the villian. The thought "it should have been different" hit me like a cold wind in the face. I would like to know the reason for writing this poem, but I definitely feel like it contains vulnerable and heavy thoughts. When is the 3rd poem????

[Billy]

Thank you so much. You are very generous with your praise! I wanted to try writing a Shakespearean sonnet so I tried to keep it to a straight theme of exploring regret and the passage of time. It was a challenge and slow going but I think I’ll stay in the style for a while to learn better how to apply it

[Beren]

I would definitely love to see more of your work in this style! Thanks for sharing this!

[Billy]

That’s very nice to hear! I’ll hopefully post something soon.