• Regrets ~Sonnet

    Regrets that always sadden and linger
    They wake me up when theth clock strikes three.
    They never cease to make me feel sadder,
    While invoking bittersweet memories,
    Causing me to ponder if I am sane.
    If I’d only taken those chances
    When I first began my ascent to fame
    And cast aside painful hindrances.
    Since I tossed away my one true belove,
    Nothing can bring the lost connection back,
    Even though I repent my past actions.
    The pain in my chest is as sharp as a tack.

    My soul wearily trudges on inside,
    Will time fill the black hole that presides?