Remorse

For all I thought and said that day,
I deeply regret,
But it doesn’t count now anyway.

I’ll pay for my sins,
No matter the cost,
I will never find one like him,
I know what I’ve lost.

And now, it is too late,
I question myself,
How can I feel
Such rage and hate?

I force myself to forget
What I used to be.
Otherwise I’m suffering,
Can’t they see?

Precious moments,
So soon became,
Dark and empty,
Nothing’s same.

It’s hard to be alone,
Especially now, when you’re gone.
Without you, I no longer know what I am.
But small part of me yearns to be
What I used to be back then.

by Denija Delic

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