Secret....
Regret.
Both, go hand in hand...
Is this a label, or a brand?
That sticks to all...
As a thick
And pasty
Glue?
Regret...
It haunts us very well.
It breaths and blows, it's shallow,
changed, swell...
Beyond, beyond, it's hard to tell.
A difference pain inhaled sting....
A well, long ember-ed, burned
Remembering thing.
Tattooed as in a heart...
Sadly, taken, aback, apart.
This, end, we'll never, know whens't due...
Will i end, this rhythm too?
Michael Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-secret-regret/
