thoughts [poetry book vol. 1]

29 // price

POEM #29: PRICE

Some choices made, a forgotten plea,
Ghosts creeping up, there is a lost key.
Wrong turns made, some pieces burned.
Regret's cold group, I now have turned.

Let your ambitions blind your eyes—
Unraveled letters, one big surprise.
I heard the cries of mourning friends,
No written vows, and no more ends.

I looked for dreams: some I do not own,
And now I will reap what I have sown.
The prices paid weren't worth any cost,
It's beyond grief - I have finally lost.

11/17/24