Regret Grows In Darkness
Creaking floorboards, kettle sighing
while the world’s asleep and dying
In the darkness that is dawning
grows a weed under the awning
Phosphorescent weed of night
makes the shadows of what might -
have been with more of that or this
More courage or less foolishness
A perfumed spell wafts from its flowers
brings blindness to what’s good of ours
It lines the paths so darkly tempting
to places lost through paths unending
And each new route down which I skitter
l find more weeds my path to litter
Fresh regrets more overgrown
And all from seeds that I have sown
Copyright © Yort Watson | Year Posted 2014
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