Stuck In Thought

As a ghost does haunt the page a memory does shadow are thoughts. Regret a river which waters flow like poisen for the tortured soul. Living in a state of yerning for a false return. To many times ive journeyed down this river. Cast stones apon it's edge. As a fool with no more to gain and so little to lose. Moments hold no path for the future and im far from a senimental sort. Fires need air and embers need nothing. Time is moving without regret. I trace my thoughts in swirls of once proud colors that now exist in blue and gray. Nights are my vessel. As my thoughts do slip with hours gently away.