Regret Poem by Luke Bushen

His hand outstretched, and reaching forth,
While, oblivious, I look ahead,
Unaware of the danger or it's source,
Now creeping up like a ghost of dread.

From the past he rose to haunt again,
To chain me down, To rob and remind.
To catch me off guard, To condemn,
As he clutches my heart from behind.

His fingers wrap around my head,
They pierce my ever trembling soul,
As things I thought had been long dead
Now drag me down into their hole.

I am blinded, I am distraught,
I am a captive with no outlet.
In unforeseen chaos I'm caught.
This is my regret.