Monday 21 March 2016

Regret - POEM #1




Tiger taps shoulder: ‘What if?’
Claws of sorrow pierce the flesh of your skin.
A sudden pang thrusts you off the cliff,
Into the plagued thought of what could have been.

On a bed of thorns you lie awake.
A settlement steamrolled, fleeting Vultures now away.
Down-black-stream the break does break,
Head in hands, your mind now prey.
Sinister Spider is but a creation.
Attempt! Misstep! Learn or oblivious Dodo.

At the end of the stream comes self- consultation,
Memories and feats that make your Cubs aglow.
 

 

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