On Regrets
I once gave you a two-headed coin
to protect you from fates that hurt you.
Now, you choose to hurt me with your words,
again
And I am thrown into the River Styx,
again.
I do not want to be here,
again,
trying to breathe.
I hope the ferryman
will accept that coin as payment.
Please ask him to take care
not hit me with his oars
as you pass by
for I have been hurt
enough.
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April 28, 2013 at 4:04 pm
cantfindmenow
Beautiful…..
April 28, 2013 at 10:58 pm
slpmartin
Such deep sadness in these lines.
April 29, 2013 at 5:17 pm
dorannrule
This is so well done, this poem. I love the line, “I do not want to be here,
again,
trying to breathe.”
April 29, 2013 at 5:30 pm
Seasweetie
Thank you, dorannrule. It’s from my heart.
April 29, 2013 at 8:34 pm
crazygoangirl
Poignant. Shows you doesn’t it how fate is unavoidable.