Regrets Unsaid
I wanted to say ...
but I didn’t
Regrets unsaid
has my bowed head
leaving upon my barren ground
a trail of tears
I wanted to tell you ...
but I foolishly didn’t
Contrition unsaid
is an albatross millstone
wrapped around my feeble legs
Pulling me to the depths
of a watery, unforgiven grave
I wanted to say ...
but I didn’t
Regrets unsaid
are the mourning dove tears
of the living dead
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