Poetry

Regret

Regret is a rock,

Something always there.

We pretend that it's gone,

But it is a weight we share.

It sometimes pulls us down,

It sometimes make us cry,

It's always hiding in our mind,

It doesn't truly die.

We try to discard it,

We skip,

We ignore,

And we throw.

But our rocks are indestructible,

And regret will always show.

Luckily we can learn from them,

Like rocks on riverbeds.

Over time they slowly fade,

And turn to sand instead.