Brimming with regret
My mind begets:
Memories of yester-years
A rush of joy with tears,
Vision of a future, as it nears,
My present is lost, counting the stairs.
Laxity of my consciousness, heart gives into fear
Inept in actions but crafty up there
Alas he couldn't clear off the smear
Life in the pauses, or the pauses in life
He ended along with his mind's own strife.
