My Poem Collections

Regrets...

Some people have a lot of regrets,

So don't fret because it was your choice to make,

You picked what you like but wasn't the best,

You had thechance to weigh your options for what's at stake.

My mother's regret was me being born,

A fruit that came from a terrible crime,

This revelation resulted in me being torn,

Because of that, for a long time I acted like a mime,

My father's regret is still unknown,

For he has yet to reveal himself,

Or he has no plan to be known,

Like a lost book in a library shelf.

My own regret was that I didn't accept,

The regrets of the world,

And now the regret is in effect,

For I am six feet undergrond for the earth to hold