Echoes of the Unspoken

Regret's Weight

TW: mentions of death, mentions of suicide, mention of suicidal thoughts, mentions of deep heavy guilt.

(My dearest reader, this poem holds a depth untold, More than mere words, its essence does unfold. For here, I linger longer than my quill oft does allow, If you seek only verse, then swiftly onward, now. But should you find yourself within these lines, Pause, and let our spirits intertwine. If these sentiments resonate, dear reader, know, Guilt is not yours to bear, let it gently go. No matter the weight upon your heart's door, Their journey was their own, to the distant shore. Though sorrow may linger, like a haunting plea, Release the burden, for they are finally free. My dear reader, remember, it's not your blame to bear, Let these words be a balm, a solace rare.)

In the quiet of the night, I stand alone,

With echoes of your voice, a haunting tone.

A friend afar, with burdens deep,

Whose troubled heart, I vowed to keep.

Through miles of distance, I held your hand,

A lifeline stretched across the land.

Your troubles, heavy, burdensome weight,

I bore them gladly, despite the late.

Nights spent awake, to ease your pain,

To chase away the shadows, the refrain.

I held your secrets, whispered in the dark,

Promised to be there, a steadfast mark.

But one night, amidst the hush,

I fell into sleep's gentle rush.

Just a moment, a fleeting hour,

Yet it became my deepest scour.

For in that time, you slipped away,

Lost in the darkness, gone astray.

I woke to find you gone from sight,

A victim of the endless night.

I blame myself, for that brief rest,

That robbed you of life's precious crest.

If only I had stayed awake,

Perhaps your life, I could have staked.

But now I'm left with guilt's cruel sting,

A heavy burden, a broken wing.

For though I tried with all my might,

I couldn't save you from the night.