[the] regret

quiet storm,

passing through,


hovering over the years of recollection, 

the walls have fallen,


water underneath slowly creeps,

through the cracks of regret,


voices in the desolate night,

distorted figure in the mirror,


tabacco lingering on the skin, 

bare feet down the hallway,


searching for a place to be home,

body falling, 



what have you done to my body,

that i once called home,

you tore the insides,


i can’t bear to look at it the same anymore,

why would you let me do that to myself,

to feel so much pain,

all at once,

then nothing at all..














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