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Shaun Anderson Poem
In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking hours, Whispers of "what ifs" in my inner towers. A constant ache, a gnawing pain, Regret's cruel hold, an endless chain. I yearn for moments lost, chances slipped, Paths untraveled, choices I've gripped. The weight of could-have-beens crushes low, A burden of remorse, a heavy blow. In the stillness of night, it echoes deep, Regret's symphony, a song I weep. Each note a lament, a mournful cry, Tears of sorrow, a soul's goodbye. Oh, internal regret, your sting is sharp, A wound that festers, leaving an endless scar. But within this darkness, a flicker of light, A lesson learned, a chance to set things right. For in owning my remorse, I find my strength, To learn, to grow, to make amends. Regret's embrace may linger still, But I will not let it rob me of my will. I will embrace the present, seize the day, Create new memories, come what may. And though the past may cast its shadows near, I will rise above regret, banish fear. For in the journey of life, both joy and pain, Regret can be a teacher, a guide to gain. It whispers lessons, helps me understand, To live with purpose, to make a stand. So, I will carry regret's weight with grace, Learn from my mistakes, embrace its embrace. For in the depths of sorrow, strength is found, A resilient spirit, forever bound In the depths of my soul, a shadow dwells, A constant companion, a haunting spell. A tapestry of sorrow, woven with care, Embroidered with moments that lead to despair. I search for solace, but it eludes my grasp, As memories torment, holding me in their clasp. Haunted by thoughts of what could have been, I'm dragged down by regret, an unforgiving sin. But amidst the darkness, a flicker of light, A glimmer of hope in the depths of the night. Acceptance's embrace, a soothing balm, A whisper of healing, a shattered soul to calm. Forgiveness, a gentle salve on my wounds, A bridge to the future, where healing resounds. No longer will I be held captive by the past, Regret's shadow, its power will not last. From the ashes of regret, a phoenix shall rise, With newfound strength, I'll face the open skies. No longer will I dwell in sorrow's embrace, but never trust my smiling face.
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Copyright © Shaun Anderson | Year Posted 2024
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Shaun Anderson Poem
Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Such is life’s ever-changing, smiling face
Ferocity, atrocity, generosity, velocity,
A whirlwind of emotions, a fate you can't erase.
Alienation, fascination, cancellation, race-relation,
Seeking understanding, longing for a deeper connection.
Enduring, procuring, assuring, alluring,
In this journey of life, we keep pressing on in every direction..
Oh, the human experience, so vast yet inclusive,
In our hearts and in these words, so often abusive.
Love and loss, expanding happiness but at what cost
An ode to the souls whose hearts are dead in the frost
So now, let us dive into this mosaic of time,
As words entangle with rhythm, they dance and they rhyme.
In the footsteps of The Great Ezra Pound, we shall tread,
Exploring the depths of human nature and those things left unsaid.
Each line, a voice searching for meaning and light,
Encased in a prism...imprison our vision execution on site.
Fragmentation of what is acceptable become non-traditional forms,
Bring forth the essence of revolt and oppression to our culture decided before we were born.
Four beats, then three, alternating in sound,
Like the beating of hearts, a pulse can be found.
From stanzas to verses, the story unfolds,
As we delve into tales of the brave and the bold.
Love, oh love, the sweetest of all emotions,
Loss, a bitter pill, causing commotion.
Adventures untold, mysteries to be unraveled,
In this narrative poem, our souls are easily traveled.
With equal number of words per line, we play,
Crafting a symphony, calling words to obey.
Each phrase, carefully chosen and placed,
Leads us through journeys, with wonder and grace.
Culture, politics, and inhuman plight,
Are the threads that hold this poem fastened together so tight.
With fervent strokes, we paint scenes so grand,
A reflection of the world, where we all stand.
Confusion, disillusion, intrusion, conclusion,
Love, loss, adventure, life’s grand illusion.
In this narrative poem, we embrace it all,
And now through four beats and three, we answer the call.
Copyright © Shaun Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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