It crops up in my thoughts
Like a ghost, haunting me
Destroying the tranquillity I sought.
Can't stop think of it
Missed it, now I pay the fee
It torments me however it sees fit.
I think of what could've been
I wonder where I would be
By avoiding it, have I committed a sin?
It should've been simple, easy
But drowning in worry, under an invisible sea,
I felt nauseous and queasy
Why, in the moment, could I not speak?
And as I look around I see
While everyone glows, I feel weak
Too late now, why bothering revisiting it?
I wish I could control my thoughts to some degree,
And not fall into this deep dark pit.
Oh wait, that pit is my mind
And walking through it is not a cup of tea
Amongst other things, I mostly find
Regrets slamming against my head,
Why didn't I? That could've been me!
Swirling storms threaten to leave me dead.
Why can't I move on from the past?
I would do, certainly, and gladly
But my brain won't let me move on that fast
And as I think only of memories,
I utter my last plea
For this is the curse of missed opportunities
And I wish it would set me free.
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Pandemonium
Poetrypandemonium noun ' pæn.dəˈməʊ.ni.əm/ US /ˌpæn.dəˈmoʊ.ni.əm/ 1. wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos. 2. a place or scene of riotous uproar or utter chaos.
