Why do we hammer fleshy souls
with remorse of lost moments?
Regrets ride raw and bleeding backs
like a sweaty saddle and we bemoan
choices made in yesterday's
disappearing tide.

We grasp, *****, chew glass till blood pours
then smash the mirror as
hollow eyes lost in fragments of time
fade to black,
yet still fighting to change the elusive past.

We plead; "can't we have a 'do over?'
Travel back and undo the clinging pain?

But a piercing shrill rattle in the
porous marrow,
the truth is carved and on display,
forever beyond our reach
are
second chances for yesterday...

Written by D.Ann