sad · words

Tombs of my mistakes

Looking over my shoulder there are tombs everywhere
Of pains I was afraid to face but forced themselves to the forefront
Regrets whisper like unsated sighs in the bedrooms
The bones of my mistakes are writhing with reminders
My will was bend out of shape as I sank with disappointments clamoring for my desire to do better
I loathe to see to many stones behind me marking times I could have avoided pitfalls
How many hatchets lie there peacefully or do they lurk in wait to torment my future with doubts?
I’m littered with uncertainty about my choices to come, but do I make a tombstone for such dark pulls of negativity or dive deep and lose myself?


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