Regret

You can only regret the things you don’t do. I wrote this thinking about something I didn’t do.

Regret.
Feels like you planted your garden right where you knew it would flood out. All that money down the drain. Now that family of yours will definitely starve.

You won’t be able to make ends meet this go round. That was the last straw. Drawn and used now in the trash can.

That’s how I felt when I didn’t confess my feelings and many emotions.
To whom did I not confess to you may wonder?

Here’s a hint. Your one and only hint:
Tag. Your it.

Now you only get one guess. Don’t regret it...

Author's Note

This was one of my first poems that I wrote and I was on vacation thinking and well I turned my thoughts into words. I’ve wanted to do something in the writing world and I think I’ve found what I’ve wanted to do.

Reviews

[Karmee]

this is very interesting read, i like this

[Anne’sRants]

Very intriguing. I would suggest breaking down your lines a little. This forces the reader to pause before moving on to the next and adds a rhythm to the piece that is somewhat lacking. If your going for that continuous stream, ignore me.

[Seanna]

Thank you for your honesty this was one of my first poems, so it is kind of messy and all. Thank you for reading