Nothing but Regrets
My hands reached out, splayed and up towards the sky.
Who would have though, I would be left here to die?
I took a giant leap, and so big it was,
I was left falling to the grass.
Mud, dirt, stones, I tasted everywhere.
My dignity, pride and beauty left me bare.
Burning with rage and anger,
I beat myself to a blunder.
It was all on me, just me, only me.
The choice I made, the regrets I have, I will let them be.
But the past hugs me like a ghost,
it follows me, threatens me, and I am hopelessly lost.
No more! I tell myself. Just no more.
But I continue to cry on like before.
I look in the mirror, and I laugh.
How could I have ever fallen for that bluff?
Pathetic.
Weak.
Hopeless.
Innocent.
Delusional.
Where was my strength? Where was the assertion?
My heart cries. Every time I see his face, I am reminded. That stupid decision.
I laugh at myself.
Stupid girl. What about your father? Your mother?
Your sister and friends?
Stupid, stupid, girl.
Nothing left to do but laugh.
Martin Elder
Fri 23rd Oct 2015 19:35
This is a great poem , I particularly like the line
'But the past hugs me like a ghost'