Regret Poem by Jeffery Bullard

I look into the palm of my hand
And wonder if I really could have saved you
If I even had a chance
To run my blade
Straight through the person
Who wanted you dead
Would I have even been able
To withstand the truama
Of killing a person
But it is to late for that
I failed in my duty and am out here
All alone with images of you
Stuck in my head
And making your memory
Sting my very soul
Leaving nothing to be desired
And making an empty shell wither away
Before even being able to know love
The very thing I have been fighting for
But unable to obtain because
There is no one left in this world
That would look at this scarred body
And love it
Forever pushing on for nothing
But for something that could be better
I make my stand and die
For nothing but me and my values
If only I could have lived
With no regrets