Graveyard of Regret

My yesterdays soon fade into the past Where hurts and grief become interred below Like poisoned seeds so casually cast They spread their roots within the mind and grow And new days bloom from seedlings of the last Yet here within this graveyard of decay Where healing rains could fall and sun would shine I walk through barren fields shadowed in gray And curse the bitter fruit upon the vine Yet keep the buried past alive today No! Purge regrets that haunt my memory Whose bony fingers scratch upon my heart That whisper poisoned lies so honestly Release them into words, in song or art So they will find no place to live in me! 10/15/22 THREE STANZA POEM IN QUINTAIN (SICILIAN) Poetry Contest