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
Embrace every moment!
Choose to live your best each day free of regrets!
If we fail to do that?
The pain of truth is intense because there are no second chances for yesterday...