Regret

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Regret

This is all that's left,
a terrible feeling
inside my chest.

Suddenly,
  I can hear the world...
It hates me. 
Silence no longer
       has room to exists.
   Blatant of my regrets
are the screams that bleed,
    shattering any path
and forgetting all that is calm
    every passing second  
I pretend nothing is wrong.  
   Suddenly,
       the world loves me. 
  But there's nothing she can say
   that would help me change my ways.
'Cause I still hear all the screams
   that would never let me dream
or remember a single time
where there was love 
inside my mind. 
Although I try to not give up
to keep together the rest
of my heart.

This is all that's left,
a terrible feeling
inside my chest.  
 

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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