Of What Couldl've Been

I am the ghost of the one once here

Fire coals going out

With tide on water

The memories used to come

Splintering in my head

When playing the game 

Of what could've been 

The days of past regret 

In my mind 

But pieces are gone 

 Yet Never returned 

I am the ghost of the won once here 

To stay in this makeshift body 

The person who was is gone 

You broke that person 

That you can't put together

 But A new one rises 

Out of the drowning 

When playing the game

Of what could've been 

I am not the ghost anymore

I am the risen one

From ashes I spring 

With moon comes light 

When playing the game 

Of what could've been

Author's Note

this is a very old poem of mine. When I started out writing. I dug it up a while ago and thought I would post it. anyways enjoy

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

It is a triumph to turn a negative into a positive. To rise from the ashes of a failed relationship paves the way for future opportunities. No longer broken I would say. Thank you for sharing.