Regret clothes me like a winter blanket as you’re cold eyes pierce through my lies.
The feeling of loneliness has its powerful hands on me with no hope of escape.
There is no going back, the past is written and my lies have printed our future.
The end is here and my mistakes are more than I can bear.
The taste of failure has left the after taste of helplessness.
Guilt and neglect plague my life and the cancer of loss begins to grow.
What once was a story of love is now a tragedy played out before my eyes.
What once was a strong man is now reduced to a pleading child.
When hope is lost so is the life that once held it.
I place the blame on no one, the fault is mine.
The web of lies has trapped me inside an empty house.
With a broken heart and empty soul I sit and remember mistakes made.
Copyright © Joshua Harris