Regret is the harshest of all institutions of life for it offers no rest
Gross misunderstanding rules totalitarian and commits
acts of gross treason against the unworldly soul
Its eyes are dark and glitter with triumph of another love
successfully intercepted and confusion settles
like a thick, penetrating, grey fog
so that true meaning cannot be illuminated
by even the brightest intention
Desire falls mortally damaged by the cruel
cold, biting angst of early winter
Sorrow dutifully visits each waking thought
like a reliable hospital visitor
Punctuating every wordless sentence
with searing reminders of what might have been
Pain settles itself comfortably now,
confidently prepared for a long, long stay
If Only waits for me accusingly at every passing turn
Ears ringing agonisingly with vast echo’s of your pain
My one dream, my only master Regret....