Regret
Once again I am alone
In this cold, empty house.
Just one simple night
Of misguided warmth and affection...
And passion.
Now love is finally dead,
And it was I who prolonged
Its suffering,
And I who struck the final blow.
But I mourn its passing.
I am free, like a bird,
Finally free to soar...
Yet I am grounded,
Weighed down by guilt,
Paralyzed with fear.
Copyright © Krissy Ward | Year Posted 2005
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