Wishes and regrets

 

The tears that run our seemingly sane minds,

Grab the edges of imagination, of freedom,

Thoughts of mishaps shade our view,

The future looks darker from our eyes alone.

 

The hurtful words that flow from our mouths,

Are invisible knives, stabbing in the dark,

A sentence can hurt, a word can kill,

And silence can do much worse.

 

The trust that used to bind us now destroys,

The love that used to guide us, is a false beacon.

Difficult to believe we made it so far,

Just to be lost to reality.

 

I would’ve followed you through hell,

Given my life, you would’ve too.

But from whispers to words,

We fell from heaven.

 

Wishes and regrets line my broken heart,

How I wish I could’ve foreseen this,

I wouldn’t have loved you so much,

And how I regret the way I did.

 

When all was well, when we sailed free,

A simple lie caused a storm, washed overboard,

We lost sight, we lost hope, we lost our love,

Stabbing our words wildly, ‘til we hit home.

 

How I wish I could’ve foreseen this,

I would not have been so dependent,

You left so abruptly, so instantly,

That the space you filled was still warm.

 

I regret the things I said, the invisible knives.

I never knew you felt that way,

But what’s done is done, no going back.

Is this hell arriving, or reality catching up?

Reviews

[None]

Your poem is very compelling and freshness prevails in your words and writing. You wrote from the heart your emotions lay down and command attention here. I feel the giving and the receiver wasn't accepting the love from what I can see. This is a special poem.

[Carla (trying to make e..]

is it hell or reality? who really knows!
thanks for entering my contest.
loved the poem.
Carla

[Amor-de-angel]

You really summed it up here.How we often think it would have been better not to have loved but really when the pain has subsided we know it was good to have felt this way.

I would've followed you through hell,
Given my life, you would've too.
But from whispers to words,
We fell from heaven.

Stunning stanza. Thanks for entering this in my contest and giving me the chance to read your great words.

Amor