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Spiritwriter Posted 22 years ago

Regret... by Dave

Across the years, a blur of feelings brings your face upon my mind.
Though worn and on the fringe of memory, it impinges, as a wound it binds.
Sadness deep beyond reprieve invades my hours awake and in sleep.
The past is gone leaving but a ghostly form of those last words that I heard you speak.
That my ill-chosen phrase your sweet ears did graze and your painful good-bye reap

I took the subway home that dark and lonely night to ride away forever from your sight.
Now though many years have peeled away, the outline of your face to my memory still holds tight.
Oh pathetic chosen words, I could have taken your hand in mine that sad and somber night.
So learn I have but too late for me, instead of a liftime of ecstasy I now face a different destiny.
How important could those little words be, with the evil power to tear you forever from me?

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I enjoyed the poem. The regret of saying something wrong is very familiar. " Makes one wish for a handy time machine in order to undo what was done.

  • I enjoyed the poem.
  • The regret of saying something wrong is very familiar.
  • " Makes one wish for a handy time machine in order to undo what was done.
  • A precious second chance.
  • Thanks for sharing.
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I enjoyed the poem.
The regret of saying something wrong is very familiar.
Brings to mind the saying--"Silence is golden."
Makes one wish for a handy time machine in order to undo what was done.
A precious second chance.


Thanks for sharing.
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Dear Radrook,
Thanks for your remarks. Yes, as the Arab saying goes: "One is a master of the unspoken word and a slave of the spoken word". If only we could listen the the inner spirit voice and obey its advice! Thanks again... Dave
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The voice inside of my prays
says ***,
where is my soulmate?
Never have I loved
Never have I cared
Never have I cried
so much before
In the world of the hundred dead
All dressed in black
for the ball to start
hidden in a corner
laughing at me is the devil
who stole my heart
disguised in his golden voice
sermonizes me goodbye
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That was a good one. perfect rhyme and good expression of feelings.
Remember, better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all.

Cheers,
Anita
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I am with you on that Anita, there is a lot of truth in what you said as well as the poem. I love to read those. Please keep up the good work. And Thanks

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