Potential Whole
To have the choice,
And not to make,
Can often be,
A cruel mistake.
I didn’t think.
I didn’t know.
That my mistake,
Inside would grow.
Regret it has,
A bitter taste.
And making past,
A sorry waste.
So now I sit,
A swallowed soul.
And half of my,
Potential whole.
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