Regret
Heavily tread, are those small fractious steps
On the stairs to my own peace of mind
The sound of transgressions that I'd rather forget
is the pounding of a most clamorous kind
The dialogue I hold deep within myself
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
I try to rewrite scripts, shove them back on the shelf
But the turbulence shakes them loose
No matter, how buried, how deep I will hide them
My conscience can shovel them out
That child that is me denies what was done then
But can't deafen the voices that shout
I profess to regret many sins I've committed
The most difficult task is the one of admitting
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For the Contest: "Regret" sponsored by Black Eyed Susan
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