regret compounded

Regret compounded.
By james a. galgano

Life is live most often lost without sleep on a bed of endless supposes.
Of what occurred in distant time and now can never be a scent of roses
Where haunting memories are but and overgrown garden filled with weeds
Strangling lost hopes that are unable to grow from once youthful seeds.
If we could look back in anything less than anger, would we be less than contrite.
To curse our sad image which now haunts our reflection more than impolite.
In our youth which held so much promise now just time slipping through our hands
Reminding us of our misfortunes and regrets within a dust storm of shifting sand
Leading us back every moment to where all fell apart lest to, we would easily forget.
Life gives aspirations often unachievable then leaves to tightrope walk without a net.
Not only foggy yet inevitable tomorrows fill our future unable redeem our crimes.
Thus, we are often left lost through sleepless nights of dreams unable to change time.