A Quiet Thing Called Regret Poem by Braden Patton

Your face bears memory of our misery,
Just please know that im sorry.
This is how the story goes,
Maybe we’ll find peace in the way the water flows.

It seems to me that you’re gone for good,
Why, then, must I be so damn misunderstood.
I find this place a little too depressing,
So maybe I’ll take a break from this miserable professing.

In the rain I see your falling tears,
In my head I hear the breaking mirrors.
Only now do I see,
This is worse than what used to be.

Why did I hold back, why couldn’t I see?
This cold and dreary life isn’t the life for me.
I’ll run away, I’ll drown it out.
I’ll stop myself from crying out.

Its time to free this anchor from the rescesses of my heart,
Time to let go of all the jealous words and black dark.
Beneath the yelling amd torment it was better to have stayed,
But now its too late, all the good is gone and the love is blown away.

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