Regret At My Doorstep

Regret At My Doorstep

A Poem by John B. Bolling
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07/24/09

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I left regret at my doorstep
Watched it float off into the night
The pill I could never swallow
For a disease it could never correct
 
I buried my heart in the yard
Watched as the ground pulsated
It was a feeling I could never handle
For someone who left me discarded
 
Intentions swept beneath the carpet
The stars mummified in the clouds
Half a mile away from home I wept
Tomorrow was never coming around
 
I left mystery in God’s hand
Watched the leaves blow in the wind
It was knowing that I couldn’t handle
Not that I could never understand
 
I left sorrow with my mother
Watched tears collect in her eyes
I never planned on making her cry
But I was just one of four brothers
 
Memories strewn across the floor
The sun pretends night has come
A mile away from home I swore
I would wait until it came undone
 
I left the night inside my head
Felt it like a dense fog on the ocean
The medication I could not tolerate
But they numbed me to the pain
 
I left hope inside of a glass jar
Rolled it swiftly beneath my bed
It was a word I could not pronounce
Just another way of saying “dead”
 
Lifelessness filling stagnant air
The moon has mysteriously risen
It wasn’t as though I didn’t care
I just knew I would never win
 

© 2010 John B. Bolling


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I left hope inside of a glass jar
Rolled it swiftly beneath my bed
It was a word I could not pronounce
Just another way of saying "dead"

I loved this stanza here
This is a wonderful write here
Amazing write and such a wonderful flow.


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John B. Bolling
John B. Bolling

Long Island, NY



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