Sinking in my thoughts
an every nights routine
staring at a white wall
making images and stories of my own,
but most start with "If i had".
Questioning and answering myself
Provoking mind and heart
for choices of my past.
Provoking soul and spirit
for choices soon may be done.
A glass of water for my mouth goes dry
looking from the window
a city sleeps.
No stars to shine in the dark
winter's sky.
Silence, loneliness only a wind's echo
can be heard.
I feel a tightening in my chest
a pinch like pain to my heart.
Sinking back to my thoughts
wondering what could i've done better
till the sun rises just to put
an end to this recursion.