I am desperate
To understand
My regrets.
Wasn't I firm;
Decision carved
in stone,
Able to overturn
Every flipped coin
To my satisfaction;
Able to will
Every fallen leaf
To it's first budding;
Able to take
An arrow to the knee,
Even the arrow of time?
"I regret nothing."
Am I that much of
A fool?
Am I perhaps,
Only a man of
melting steel?
Am I only of "if"s?
.
But if I'm a fool, then
May the fool be a clown
(King of slapstick),
May he talk out of his ass,
Defy
Reality
and
common sense.
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Ode
PoetryHere's an ode to the night he/she left; here's an ode to the anxiety you feel on a sunny morning and everything was supposed to be fine; here's an ode to the feelings left unexpressed; here's an ode to the words left unsaid, or perhaps what can...
